Dark Country Quotes

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: [as they dig grave in desert] We're not being smart about this. They always find the body.

Dick: They're not gonna find this body.

Gina: How can you be sure? What if an animal digs it up?

Dick: Let's hope it's hungry.

Gina: Jesus.

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.

Dick: Well, that's the last time I cross the desert without a gun. Have you ever used a gun?

Gina: [softly] I hate guns.

Dick: [reaching down, then waving aloft the gun he found in her purse] I guess this one doesn't count, huh?

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.