Thank you, for saving my life. For saving *our* lives. You know, I come up here every...

Ginger: Um, I just wanted to say, I may have been a bit harsh at first. Well, what I really mean is: thank you, for saving my life. For saving *our* lives. You know, I come up here every night and look out to that hill, and imagine what it must be like on the other side. It's funny, I've - I've never actually felt grass beneath my feet. I'm sorry. Here I am rambling on about hills and grass, and you had something you wanted to say. Rocky: Uh, y-yeah. Um, it's just that, you know... life, as I've experienced it - you know, out there lone free rangin' and stuff - it's, uh... it's full of dissapointment, and, uh... Ginger: What, you mean grass isn't all it's cracked up to be? Rocky: Grass! Exactly, grass. It's always greener on the other side. And then you get there, and it's brown and prickly. You see what I'm trying to say? [Ginger starts nodding but then shakes her head] Rocky: What I'm trying to say is... you're welcome. Ginger: You know, that hill is looking closer tonight than it ever has before. [Ginger accidentally touches Rocky's hand and they both pull away, embarrased] Ginger: Well, good night... Rocky. Rocky: Good night... Ginger.