- Queen: I want a guy to show me myself. I want him to love me so deeply that I'm not afraid to show how ugly I can be. I want him to show me scars I never knew I had. But I don't want him to make them go away, I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself. And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind.
- Slim: When I was little, I asked my mom where babies come from. She said I was too young to know. Then I asked my dad. And he said, Babies are a product of two people that needed something from each other. So I said, Needed what? He said, Maybe they needed to feel seen. Maybe they needed to feel loved. Maybe they needed to feel human.
- Queen: And then what?
- Slim: Then I asked my grandmother. She said babies come from God. They're his way of making sure no one ever really dies. I remember her saying, Through our children, we are reborn. Then I went to my older brother and I asked him. And he said, Nobody knows. You're just born. That's it. Now, leave me alone. I wasn't satisfied with that answer either, but I ran out of family members to ask. So he got the last word.
- Queen: So, who was right?
- Slim: None of 'em. Babies come from fucking. Plain and simple.
- Slim: Are you tryin' to die?
- Queen: No. I just always wanted to do that.
- Slim: Well, don't do it while I'm drivin'
- Queen: You should try it.
- Slim: Nah, I'm good.
- Queen: Pull over.
- Slim: Na-ah.
- Queen: Come on! Pull over. Pull over!
- Slim: If I do, would you please, let me drive the rest of the way it is?
- Queen: Swear to God.
- Slim: Strong something you believe in.
- Queen: OK, fine. I swear on you.