Hey, buddy!
Got a dead cat in there, or what?
[Deadpan] Fuck you, asshole.
Goddamn...!
SARAH: Thank you!
REESE: Is this enough?
Yeah, it's enough.
I don't wanna ask where you got it.
[o-s] I'm comin'.
We need a room.
[o-s] Alright--.
With a kitchen.
D'you have one with a kitchen?
I'm dying for a shower...
We should check your bandage too.
Later.
I'm goin' out for supplies.
...Keep this.
No, I can't tell you where I am, mom,
I was told not to say.
Oh, but honey, I need to know where I can reach you.
Tell me to hide out here in the cabin like some fugitive, and--.
And you won't tell me what's going on?
I am worried sick, dear!
...Okay.
'Kay, here's the number. Ready?
[o-s] Yes. Go ahead.
SARAH, O-S: It's four-oh-eight, five-five-five...
...one-four, three-nine.
...I love you, mom.
[Perfectly mimicking Sarah's mother's voice:] I love you too, sweetheart.
Tiki Motel.
[Normally:] Give me your address there.
SARAH: What do we got?
Mothballs...
Corn syrup...
[Incredulous] Ammonia.
What's for dinner?
Plastique.
Mm, that sounds good.
What is it?
Nitroglycerin based...
It's a bit more stable.
I learned to make it when I was a kid.