So, I tell her, "Come out in front of the dinosaur, I want to show you something." She goes, "What? I don't, I don't think I want to go in front of the dinosaur." I say, "Yeah, come on let's go." She says, "I'm uncomfortable going out in front of the dinosaur." And I said, "Heh, why, do you think I'm gonna kill you? Come on, let's go, I gotta show you something." She goes, "I don't wanna go in front of the dinosaur." I say, "Get in front of the fucking dinosaur." She says, "You're scaring me!" And I say, "And you're pissing me off! Get in front of the dinosaur." "Uh, I don't think I like this, I don't like it, I don't like it!" I say, "What's your problem? I thought we were friends? You told me last time, you'd be happy to rent a room to me. What do you think I'm gonna do up there?" She's sobbing, one step at a time she walks out there. I finally say, stand here, and put on this beret. That calms her down. Then Boone blows her brains out all over the Nevada desert.