Copperhead: Look. I know I fucked you over. I fucked you over bad. I wish to God I hadn’t, but I did. You have every right to want to get even.
The Bride: No, no, no, no, no. No, to get even, even-Steven… I would have to kill you… go up to Nikki’s room, kill her… then wait for your husband, the good Dr. Bell, to come home and kill him. That would be even, Vernita. That’d be about square.