Lauren German: Gina

En Territoire Obscur

Gina

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: [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.

Dick: Don't worry. Gonna get help. We'll be fine.
Gina: How?
Dick: What?
Gina: *How* are we going to get out if we don't even know where the *fuck* we are? Look around. Do you see a light? Do you? No!
[aims a swipe at Dick]
Gina: How could you get us lost?
Dick: We're not lost. Goddamn road has to lead somewhere, doesn't it? Keep trying your cell!
Gina: I'm trying. Nothing!
[bursts into tears]