Jeni: What ya doin'? Heather: Nothing... Jeni: Are you cutting class? Heather: No... Jeni: Yes you are. You're totally cutting class! Heather: Yeah, well, so are you. Jeni: You better not tell mom. Heather: I think I can resist the urge. Rod: I've been waiting for you. Heather: How long have you been here? Rod: Not long... Five thousand years. Heather: Okay, that's long. Heather: Rod, this is a bad idea. Rod: What is? Heather: This! taking my parents car. They're gonna kill me when they find out. Rod: They're not gonna find. Heather: I wanna go back. Charity: It's too late for that, okay? We can't go back. Heather: You know, there's still a chance. We can go back. My parents might not even find out about us stealing there car. If, we just turn back now. Charity: We can't go back now, even if we wanted to. Heather: I mean, if we just went over to Jeanine's she could talk him into stopping. Charity: We're not going to Jeanine's! Okay? Heather: I don't even wanna do this without her! Don't you understand my parents are going to kill me! Charity: You're parents aren't going to find out. Heather: What's that suppose to mean? Charity: Look, to put it bluntly Heather... you're parents are dead. Scott: That's Rod's seat. Heather: I don't seen him setting in it, do you? Scott: Just don't be sitting in it when he gets back, that's all. Heather: You really are scared of him, aren't you? Scott: I'm not scared of him! Scott: I've got powers. Rod's given me powers of a vampire and stuff, and... I am not scared of anything! Heather: I can feel your powers weakening. Scott: My powers aren't weakening. Heather: I am draining you of your powers. Scott: Whatever, your don't know what you're talking about... And another thing - - What the fuck are you doing? Heather: What the fuck does it look like? I'm going home! Rod: I beat your father's head in with a crowbar, the one that's in the car. And your fucking bitch of a mother threw coffee on me, so I bashed her head in too. That's it. [Pause] Rod: Hey! Heather: Get off me! [Screams] Ruth Wendorf: Go to hell. Rod: Oh, I intend to.