- Dick: Hey, I'm just thrilled I'm sober and you're still pretty.
- Gina: [whispers:] Jerk.
- [as she strokes the side of his face:]
- Gina: You'd better turn out to be a nice guy or I'll kick your ass.
- Dick: That's a lovely thing to say to your husband. On our first day as man and wife.
- Gina: If you haven't noticed, it's night.
- [uses lighter to light up cigarette]
- Gina: [as they drive on with their bloodied passenger in the back] It's your fault, you know. You're the one who's driving, you should know where we're going.
- Dick: Hey, whoa, somebody messed with the road signs or something.
- Gina: [sarcastic] Right.
- Dick: Something. I'm telling ya, I didn't make a wrong turn.
- Gina: [raising her eyes] Jesus.
- Dick: So what if I did? This guy would be dead if we hadn't come along! Is this how you handle stress? Just go on the attack?
- Gina: We're lost in the desert in the middle of the fucking night. This guy is gonna die if we don't get him help.
- Dick: Thank you for the support.
- [adding disapprovingly:]
- Dick: All the same.
- Gina: "All"? What's that supposed to mean, "all"? Who all?
- [behind her, the bloodied man comes to, and sits upright]
- Gina: Not the first impulse you've made on this little drive? Huh?
- [and then she looks into his bloodied face]
- Bloodyface: [as the car speeds along] Okay, Dick. I've got a little question for ya. You ready?
- [Dick frowns]
- Bloodyface: You ever been to Cheetahs?
- Dick: Cheetahs? What's that?
- Bloodyface: A little strip club... downtown Vegas.
- [clearly hitting on a nerve with Gina]
- Dick: Can't say that I have.
- Bloodyface: That's too bad, you know. It's a nice place. There are good girls there.
- Gina: [whirling around] Who are you talking about?
- Bloodyface: They're just doing what they have to do to survive. Right?
- Dick: Hey, pal, what are you saying? You trying to freak us out?
- Bloodyface: I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just... it's been a little bit of a rough night, you know?
- [silent as he smokes]
- Bloodyface: For all of us.
- Dick: All right, buddy, all right. Hey, you'd better tell us what happened back there, huh?
- Bloodyface: [long silence] Have you ever been murdered before?
- Gina: [bumpy sound from the trunk] He's still alive.
- Dick: He's dead.
- [but pulls the car off the road]
- Gina: He's...
- Dick: Shh...
- [switches off the ignition]
- Gina: [panicky] He's not...
- Dick: Listen. Just listen.
- Gina: [tearfully shakes head] You heard it.
- Dick: I heard... something.
- Gina: What if he's alive?
- [panting with fear]
- Gina: What are you gonna do?
- Dick: I don't know.
- Gina: He could talk. He could lie. He could say that you attacked him.
- [bends forward, picks up the tire iron, and hands it to Dick]
- Gina: [as they dig the grave] Maybe you should just turn yourself in.
- [as he gives her a hard look:]
- Gina: Well... you're the one who killed him. It's just...
- Dick: Let's get something straight. We're in this together, for better or for worse, remember?
- Gina: [nods ironically] I'm sure that is what they had in mind.
- Dick: Look, we're gonna get through this.
- Gina: Remember that I told you I had been working at the Hard Rock?
- Dick: Yeah.
- Gina: Well, I haven't always been a dealer. When I first got to town three years ago, I didn't have a nickel to my name, and... I had to eat. You know, I was... just doing what I had to do to survive. There were a lot of girls in the same boat, nice girls, and some of them... danced at this, uhm, little club on the strip. And they always had money. One night I just... went along, out of curiosity. It was a lot easier than I thought.
- Dick: Let me guess. Cheetahs?
- Gina: [long silence, as she looks down] Yeah. Yeah.