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But you're gonna have to start pitching
in... starting with that lighter.
Oh, and for your information,
this is a brand-new jacket.
For your information
I don't give a sh*t.
What are you doing?
I'm nailing it shut.
It'll be warmer this way.
So what was
the sleeping situation
- like last night?
- I slept on the floor.
Really?
Two people alone in the woods,
with a cabin.
What are you insinuating?
Nothing.
I have a husband.
- So?
- Why don't you just keep
- your thoughts to yourself?
Shame.
I'd do him.
Enough!
If you're wondering about
tonight's sleeping situation,
you've got the floor.
Samantha keeps the bed.
You're so protective, Tom.
Am I on the floor next to you?
- You're on the floor next to you.
- Boring.
Do you always make people
hate you within an hour?
I just don't understand why at least
me and her can't share the bed.
Because I said so.
Because she's pregnant.
She's pregnant?
Good job with the smoking, Sam.
Are you trying to give the fetus cancer
before it's even born?
Hey!
Leave her alone.
God, you are so high and mighty.
Well, how is it that you got to this
cabin days and days before us?
I crashed my car into a ditch.
Yeah, and where is this ditch?
- It's back at the road.
- How do we know you're not
just some lumberjack psycho
who lures young women to his cabin
and tells them
there's no way to communicate
or get back to the real world, huh?
You can leave whenever
you want, lady.
- You nailed the door shut!
- Because it's freezing outside!
I'm no murderer or rapist
or whatever sick sh*t
- Then who are you?
- I'm just a guy
with one thing on his mind... survival.
And don't think for one second
that you being here
is helping our food situation
at all, 'cause it's not.
Let's just get some sleep.
- What are you looking at?
- Nothing.
Where's your little boyfriend at?
He's not my boyfriend.
I have a husband.
Oh yeah.
Whatever.
Where did Mr. Rogers
go to this time?
Well, now that his leg
is feeling better,
he decided to walk as far as he can and
try and find that creek and get help.
Crap, is this all
the food that we have?
Yes, and we need
to conserve it.
Right.
Well, I'm just gonna go.
I don't wanna waste
all your food.
- No, it's not like that.
- No, it's cool. It's fine.
There's gotta be someplace
with electricity around here,
so I'm just gonna go.
Tom's been looking for days
and he hasn't found anything.
Well, I'm just gonna go
in the opposite direction.
I mean, he keeps going out the front,
I'm just gonna go out the back.
I don't mean to be a b*tch.
It just comes naturally to me.
So no hard feelings.
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