Clay: What the hell did you do?
Gemma: Same thing you did. Nailed some little tart from Nevada.
Clay: Like I don’t have enough shit oozing out of my ears. You gotta go and do this.
Gemma: You should’ve thought of that before your dick went on a cheerleader hunt.
Clay: Hey! I didn’t tell her to come here.
Gemma: But she’s here!
Clay: Well, it’s not my fault!
Gemma: And it’s not my pussy.