Brenda:
[has the upper hand on Jake]
See? I told you to stay where you were. Now look what you got yourself into. You know what you look like? You look like a pig in a slaughterhouse, ready to butcher.
[opens her switchblade]
Brenda:
You ever wonder what a pig must feel like, before they slit his throat? Or cut his balls off? Couldn't have been any worse than my sister must of felt. Or Francine? She was pregnant.
Brenda:
[Jake spits at her]
Fucking bastard. It's not gonna be quick, Jake.
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