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]
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