Черная Вдова

[to a pig] Good boy, Alexei. Good boy.

You named a pig after me?

You don't see the resemblance?

Natasha, don't slouch.

I'm not slouching.

You're going to get a back hunch.

Listen to your mother.

Oh, my God, this...

Up, up.

All right, enough. All of you.

I didn't say anything. That's not fair.

You haven't aged a day, huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage.

You got fat. But still good.

Why do you always do that thing?

Do what?

The thing you do when you're fighting. This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you're fighting with the arm and the hair. And you do, like, a fighting pose. You're a total poser.

I'm not a poser.

I was trying to actually do something good to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused. Trying to be more than just a trained killer.

Well, then you were fooling yourself because pain and suffering is every day and we are both still a trained killer. Except I'm not the one that's on the cover of a magazine.

You can't just steal a guy's car.

So you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?

I know you're out there

I know you know I'm out here.

Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield?

'Cause I don't know if I can trust you.

Funny, I was going to say the same thing.