Hello, Bill. What's her condition? Comatose. Where is she? I'm standing over her right...

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.