- [first lines]
- Sophia: [taking pictures of a model] That's great, Bettina, making this dress look like a million bucks.
- [camera beeps]
- Annie: [whispers] Where'd you find her?
- Sophia: Myspace. She said she'd work for free if I made her prints for her portfolio.
- Annie: [smiling while talking confidentially] So, she wasn't sent down by aliens to seduce mankind?
- Sophia: Mankind should be so lucky.
- Annie: Yeah, I don't trust her. It's like if you cut her open, purple goo would come out.
- Sophia: You going that way?
- Trucker: Yes, I am.
- Annie: Before we get in, though, what's your name and what are you hauling?
- Trucker: Well, my name's George, and the trucker's code dictates that you never tell. But it rhymes with "frozen hamburger tatties."
- [laughs]
- Trucker: Look, look, look, there are lowlifes everywhere. I just wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that maybe the wrong guy picked up you defenseless little girls.
- Sophia: Good enough. Let's ride.
- Trucker: Yeah? Okay, come on.
- Sophia: But just so you know, we are not defenseless little girls.
- Annie: [in a whiney little voice] Help me up. It's too high.
- Sophia: My friend and I, we've been walking out in the cold for miles, and our stuff was stolen. Money, food, everything. Could you help us? We're just two defenseless little girls.
- Owner: Now, this motel may not look pretty from the interstate and we might have creepers in the bathtubs but we're not free.
- Sophia: We're just kind of in a jam here.
- Owner: A jam is having two sons who won't speak to each other. A jam is a cyst on your foot so you can't wear flip-flops anymore.
- Sophia: Those *do* sound like problems.
- Owner: But notice, I'm not making my problems yours, so, I'd ask that you not make yours mine.