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Thelma: Well, he has never let me go. He never lets me do one goddamn thing that's any fun. All he wants me to do is hang around the house the whole time while he's out doing God only knows what.
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Louise: You let her go, you fat fucking asshole, or I'm gonna splatter your ugly face all over this nice car.
Harlan: Now, calm down. We were just havin' a little fun.
Louise: Looks like you've got a real fucked up idea of fun. Now turn around.
(Louise starts to back away, but the gun is still close to his face. His pants are undone in the front. She is still backing away with the gun raised. Thelma is inching away as well.)
Louise: Just for the future, when a woman's crying like that, she's not having any fun!
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Thelma: That guy was hurtin' me. And if you hadn't come out when you did, he'd hurt me a lot worse. And probably nothin' woulda happened to him. 'Cause everybody did see me dancin' with him all night. And they woulda made out like I asked for it. And my life woulda been ruined a whole lot worse than it is now. At least now I'm havin' fun. And I'm not sorry the son of a bitch is dead. I'm only sorry that it was you that did it and not me. And if I haven't, I wanna take this time to thank you, Louise. Thank you for savin' my ass. |
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