Beth: How long will you be gone?
Rip: I don't know.
Beth: Ballpark it.
Rip: Maybe a year.
Beth: A year? Honey, I can't live without you for a year.
Rip: Beth, I know it's gonna be tough.
Beth: No, I mean it. We won't survive that.
Rip: You want to live in a canvas town for a year? Take a fuckin' shower once a week in a motel 6? C'mon now.
Beth: Well, we swore to spend our lives together. Where you go, I go. I'm gonna do what the fuck I want to do anyway.
Rip: I'm well aware of that, sweetheart.
Beth: Alright, so it's settled.