Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
Vivica A. Fox: Vernita Green
Copperhead : So I suppose it's a little late for an apology, huh?
The Bride : You suppose correctly.
Copperhead : Look, bitch... I need to know if you're going to start any more shit around my baby girl.
The Bride : You can relax for now. I'm not going to murder you in front of your child, okay?
Copperhead : That's being more rational than Bill led me to believe you were capable of.
The Bride : It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality.
Copperhead : Look. I know I fucked you over. I fucked you over bad. I wish to God I hadn't, but I did. You have every right to want to get even.
The Bride : No, no, no, no, no. No, to get even, even-Steven... I would have to kill you... go up to Nikki's room, kill her... then wait for your husband, the good Dr. Bell, to come home and kill him. That would be even, Vernita. That'd be about square.
Copperhead : Look, if I could go back in a machine, I would. But I can't. All can tell you is that I'm a different person now.
The Bride : Oh great. I don't care.
Copperhead : Be that as it may, I know I don't deserve your mercy or your 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 wish to murder you in front of your daughter doesn't mean that parading her around in front of me will inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business. And not a goddamned thing you've done in the subsequent four years including getting knocked up is going to change that.
Copperhead : So when do we do this?
The Bride : It all depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
Copperhead : How about tonight, bitch?
The Bride : Splendid. Where?
Copperhead : There's a baseball diamond where I coach Little League about a mile from here. We meet there around two-thirty in the morning dressed all in black. Your hair in a black stocking. And we have us a knife fight. We won't be bothered. Now... I have to fix Nikki's cereal.
Vernita Green : [somewhat to herself, as she gets her daughter's cereal] Black Mamba. I shoulda been motherfuckin' Black Mamba.
Nikki Bell : [Nikki comes home from school and sees a wrecked living room, the aftermath of her mother's knife fight with The Bride] Mommy, what happened to you and the TV room?
Copperhead : Oh. That good-for-nothing dog of yours got his little ass in the living room and acted a damn fool. That's what happened.
Copperhead : We'll have us a knife fight.