Frankie: [v.o.] After 537 terrifying miles, I finally realized maybe I should've just handed Rita my car keys in the first place.
Rita Glossner: We're here.
Frankie: Look, Rita, whatever it is, don't make me go in. I have not seen anything or heard anything. I won't tell anybody. I am not aiding, nor am I abetting.
Rita Glossner: What the hell are you talkin' about? You get weird when you're tired. Let's go. Grab the bag.
Frankie: You told me not to touch the bag.
Rita Glossner: Bring the damn bag, woman. If things here go smoothly, we'll get you home. I've waited a long time for this moment. Don't spoil it.