Vernita Green: I fucked you up. I fucked you up bad, I wish to God that I hadn't, but I did. Be that as it may, I know I don't deserve your mercy or forgiveness, however, I beseech you for both on behalf of my daughter.

The Bride: Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no intention of killing you before the eyes of your daughter does not mean that parading her around in front of me is gonna inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business, and not a goddam fuckin thing you've done in the subsequent four years, including getting knocked up, is gonna change that.