Gemma: Did you see the boy?

Tom: No.

Gemma: He's gone missing.

Tom: Well, so have we.

Gemma: What am I suppose to do with him?

Gemma: [Last lines]

[while dying, Older boy is about to zip her in a body bag]

Gemma: I'm not your fucking mother.

Older Boy: What?

Gemma: I... said... i'm not... your... fucking... mother.


Older Boy: Whatever.