Nancy: This is not what I had in mind.
Guillermo: Act of God, baby. Fire’s part of nature.
Nancy: An act of stupidity; those are people’s homes.
Guillermo: FEMA’s gonna set them up at the Mariot–they’re gonna get room service for two months. Premium cable. And they’ll come back, see it all built up, bigger, brighter. Then God’s gonna burn it down again. Cuz’ they don’t belong here in the first place. And the whole thing starts over. It’s the circle of life.
Nancy: Hakuna Matata. MY hosue is about to burn to the ground.
Guillermo: You got insurance?
Nancy: My weed is about to burn to the ground; my customer base is about to burn to the ground. For that, I don’t have insurance. Couldn’t get them to offer me a Drug Dealer Loss of Product policy.
Guillermo: Then it’s a sign.
N: Sign?
Guillermo: That it’s time to move on. That you don’t belong here. This is not your home.
Nancy: What happened to the bikers?
Guillermo: They’re moving on, too. But I don’t think your paths are gonna cross.
Nancy: What am I going to do?
Guillermo: Eh, you’re white; you’re smart, pretty.
Nancy: Yeah, I’ll think of somethin’‘, huh? Fuck you, that’s my entire life–all that.
Guillermo: “Entire life!” C’mon… this is one tiny valley. Over the hill, there’s another one just like it. Then another hill, and then another valley… And it goes like that, just over and over. All the way south to Mexico.
Nancy (whispers): You’re facing west.
Guillermo: See, I could use you. You tell me which way is south. You could be my navigator.
Nancy: Hand off the ass. (pauses) Thanks you… for the muscle… sorry I cant–pay you. Not my fault, is it?
Guillermo: I bring a lot of morta across the border.
Nancy: No. I’m not selling for you; I’m nobody’s bitch any more.
Guillermo: Nah… we take you off the sales floor, that’s for little people. Navigator… I get stuck in traffic a lot.
Nancy: Traffic?
Guillermo: Which one is your house?
Nancy: That one. No, it’s that one?… Idunno, it’s over there, somewhere.
Guillermo: Maybe the fire won’t get there. You could stay here forever.
Nancy: Gotta go.