Jimmy: Okay … this is gonna hurt.
Kate: (wincing) No!
Jimmy: Okay … (digs for bullet, Kate screams and grabs his arm) Come on, come on … You've - you've got to stay still.
Kate: You got any morphine?
Jimmy: Please, I wish. I could use some. (takes a drink from his flask) Here. (pours some down Kate's throat. She coughs, choking) Hell of a first date, huh?
Kate: I've had worse.