Elle Driver:
Hello, Bill.
Bill:
What's her condition?
Elle Driver:
Comatose.
Bill:
Where is she?
Elle Driver:
I'm standing over her right now.
Bill:
That's my girl. Elle, you're gonna have to abort the mission.
Elle Driver:
WHAT?
Bill:
We owe her better than that.
Elle Driver:
NO YOU DON'T! YOU DON'T OWE HER SHIT!
Bill:
Will you keep your voice down?
Elle Driver:
[whispering]
You don't owe her shit!
Bill:
May I say one thing?
Elle Driver:
Speak.
Bill:
Y'all beat the hell out of that woman, but you didn't kill her. And I put a bullet in her head, but her heart just kept on beatin'. Now, you saw that yourself with your own beautiful blue eye, did you not? We've done a lot of things to this lady. And if she ever wakes up, we'll do a whole lot more. But one thing we won't do is sneak into her room in the night like a filthy rat and kill her in her sleep. And the reason we won't do that thing is because... that thing would lower us. Don't you agree, Miss Driver?
Elle Driver:
I guess.
Bill:
Do you really have to guess?
Elle Driver:
[sighs]
No. I don't really have to guess. I know.
Bill:
Come on home, honey.
Elle Driver:
Affirmative.
Bill:
I love you very much.
Elle Driver:
I love you, too. Bye-bye.