"It reminds me of the time my dog actually caught a squirrel, after all those years of trying...He looked sad. Like he'd ruined something for himself."
—Jon Stewart
Budd: ...So, now you ain't gonna have to face your enemy on the battlefield no more, which "R" you filled with: Relief or Regret?
Elle Driver: A little bit of both.
Budd: Horseshit. I'm sure you do feel a little bit of both. But I know damn well you feel one more than you feel the other. The question was, which one?
Elle Driver: ...Regret.
(Later, after the Black Mamba bites Budd)
Elle Driver: Now, in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub, alky piece of shit like you. That woman deserved better.
Bison: I was hoping to face Guile face-to-face on the battlefield, one gentleman warrior to another. In respectful combat. Then I would snap his spine. Ah... the road not taken.