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Forget it,
too risky.
I'm through doing that ***.
You say that every time.
"I'm through, never again,
too dangerous."
I always say it,
and I'm right.
But then you forget
about it.
The days of forgetting are over,
remembering has begun.
You know what
you sound like?
- A sensible man.
- A duck.
Quack, quack!
You won't hear
it again.
I won't, so you won't hear
me quack again.
After tonight?
Correct. I got all
night to quack.
- More coffee for anyone?
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
The way it is now, it's the
same risk as with a bank.
It's more.
Banks are easier.
Federal banks aren't supposed
to stop a robbery.
They're insured, don't give a ***.
You don't even need a gun.
This bloke hands
the teller...
a portable phone.
The bloke on the other
end of the phone says:
"We've got his little girl. Give
him the money or we kill her."
- It worked?
- ***' way, it works.
Knucklehead walks into a
bank with a telephone...
not a pistol, not a shotgun,
a *** phone!
He robs them, they
don't lift a finger.
They hurt the girl?
There probably never was one.
That's not the point.
The point is, they robbed the
bank with a telephone.
You want to rob banks?
I'm illustrating that it'd be
easier than what we do.
No more liquor stores?
What did I say?
No more liquor stores.
It's not a giggle anymore.
Too many foreigners.
Vietnamese, Koreans...
You say: "Empty the register",
they don't understand.
We'll end up
killing one
- I won't kill anybody.
- I don't want to either.
They'll put us in a situation
where it's us or them.
If not, it's these *** Jews
had the store for 15 generations.
Granpa Irvin...
behind the counter
with a Magnum...
in his hand.
Try that with a phone,
see how far you get.
- *** it, we're out of it...
- What then, day jobs?
- Not in this life.
- What then?
"Garçon"! Coffee!
This place.
"Garçon" means boy.
Here?
A coffee shot?
What's wrong with it?
Nobody ever robs restaurants.
Why not?
Bars,
liquor stores...
gas stations...
you get your head blown off.
But restaurants, you catch
with their pants down.
They don't expect to be robbed.
Not as much, anyway.
I bet you could cut down
on the hero factor here.
Correct.
Same as banks,
these places are insured.
Manager don't give a ***.
He want's you out before
you plug the diners.
Waitresses, take a bullet
for the register? No way.
Wetbacks paid
$1.50 an hour...
don't give a *** if
you steal from the owner.
Customers don't know
what's going on.
They're eating, then someone
sticks a gun in their face.
I got the idea the last liquor
store we stuck up. Remember?
Customers kept coming in.
You thought of taking their
wallets? That was a good idea.
Thank you.
- Wallets paid more than the
register. -They did.
Lots of people
in restaurants.
A lot of wallets.
Pretty smart, huh?
Pretty smart.
I'm ready.
Let's do it, now, here.
- Come on.
- Alright.
Same as the last time.
You're crowd control...
I handle employees.
- I love you, Pumpkin.
- I love you, Honey Bunny.
Everybody,
this is a robbery!
Any of you ***
pricks move...
I'll execute every ***
last one of you!
- Tell me about the hash bars.
- What about them?
- Hash is legal?
- It's legal, but not 100%.
You can't walk into a restaurant,
roll a joint and start puffing.
You can smoke at home
or designated places.
Those are has bars?
I'll break it down.
It's legal to buy...
it's legal to own and,
if you own a hash bar...
it's legal to sell.
It's legal to carry...
but, get a
load of this:
If a cop stops you, it's
illegal for him to search you.
Amsterdam cops don't
have that right.
That's all there is to it?
I'm *** going.
I knew you'd dig it the most.
You know what's funny
about Europe?
The little differences.
They got the same *** we got,
but it's a little different.
Example?
You can buy a beer at
the movies in Amsterdam.
No paper cup. I' talking
about a glass of beer.
In Paris, McDonald's
sells beer.
You know what they call...
a Quarter-Pounder with
Cheese in Paris?
"Quarter-Pounder with Cheese"?
They don't know pounds,
they got the metric system.
What do they call it?
"Royale" with Cheese.
"Royale" with Cheese?
How about a Big Mac?
Big Mac. But they
call it "Le Big Mac".
"Le Big Mac".
- What's a Whopper?
- I don't go to Burger King.
Know what they put
on French fries in Holland?
- Mayonnaise!
- Goddam!
I've seen it. They drown
them in that ***.
We should have shotguns
for this kind of deal.
- How many up there?
- 3 or 4.
- Counting our guy?
- I'm not sure.
- Could be up to 5 guys?
- It's possible.
We should have
*** shotguns.
What's her name?
Mia.
How did Marsellus and her meet?
I don't know. However
people meet people.
She used to be an actress.
Really? She do anything
I've seen?
Her biggest deal was she
starred in a pilot.
What's a pilot?
- You know the shows on TV?
- I don't watch TV.
You know there's an invention
called television...
with shows shows?
They pick TV shows by making
one they call a "pilot".
Then they show it to
the people who pick shows...
and on the strength of that,
they decide.
Some get chosen and become
TV programs.
Some become nothing.
She starred in one of those
that became nothing.
Remember
Antwan Rockamora?
Half-black, half-Samoan,
called him "Tony Rocky Horror".
Maybe. Fat, right?
No, he's got a
weight problem.
What can he do?
He's Samoan.
I know him. What about him?
Marsellus *** him up good.
Word around is it was on account
of Marsellus's wife.
What'd he do, *** her?
Nothing that bad.
- What then?
- Gave her a foot massage.
A foot massage?
That's it?
What did Marsellus do?
Sent some cats to take him
out on his patio...
threw his *** over the balcony.
*** fell 4 stories.
They had a garden at the bottom,
like a greenhouse.
*** fell through that.
Since then, he has a
speech impediment.
That's a damn shame.
Still, you play with matches,
you get burned.
What?
You don't give Marsellus's
new bride a foot massage.
You don't think he overreacted?
Antwan didn't expect Marsellus
to react that way, but...
he had to expect
a reaction.
A foot massage is nothing.
I give my mother one.
It's laying hands in a familiar
way on de Marsellus's new wife.
Is it as bad as eating
her *** out? No.
But same *** ballpark.
Eating a *** and giving her
a foot massage isn't the same.
- No, but same ballpark.
- It's no ballpark.
Maybe your massages
differ from mine...
but touching her feet...
and sticking your tongue
in her ain't the same.
It ain't even the same
*** sport.
Foot massages don't
mean ***.
Ever given one?
Don't tell me. I'm the
foot *** master.
- Given a lot?
- ***, yeah!
Got my technique down.
I don't tickle or nothing.
Would you give a guy
a foot massage?
*** you!
- Given them a lot?
- *** you!
I'm kind of tired.
I could use one myself.
You'd best back off.
I'm getting a little pissed.
- That is the door.
- Yeah, it is.
What time you got?
7:22 in the a.m.
It's not quite time yet.
Come on, let's hang back.
I wouldn't give no man
a foot massage...
but that don't make it right
to throw Antwan of a building...
*** up the way
the *** talks.
He do that to me, he better
paralyze me or I'd kill him.
I didn't say
it's right.
But you said it means nothing,
and I say it does.
I've given foot massages to ladies,
they all meant something.
We act like they don't, but they
do. That's what's so cool.
There's a sensuous thing,
but you don't talk about it.
But you and she know it.
Marsellus knew...
and Antwan should have
*** known better.
She's his *** wife. He won't
have no sense of humor about it.
You know what I'm saying?
It's an interesting point.
Come on, let's get
into character!
- What's her name again?
- Mia.
Why you so interested
in big man's wife?
She's going to Florida
and he asked me...
if I'd take care of her
while he's gone.
- Take care of her?
- No, man!
Just take her out,
show her a good time.
Make sure she don't get lonely.
You're taking Mia Wallace
on a date?
It's not a date.
It's just taking your buddy's wife
to a movie, or something.
It's good company,
that's all.
It's not a date.
It's definitely not
a date.
Hey, kids.
How you boys doing?
Hey, keep chilling.
You know us?
We're associates...
of your business partner
Marsellus Wallace.
You do remember your
business partner?
Let me take a wild guess.
You're Brett.
I thought so.
Remember your business
partner Marsellus Wallace?
I remember him.
Good.
Looks like we caught you at
breakfast. Sorry about that.
What you having?
Hamburgers.
Hamburgers. The cornerstone
of my nutritious breakfast.
What kind of hamburgers?
Cheeseburgers.
From where? McDonald's, Wendy's,
Jack-in-the-Box?
Big Kahuna.
Big Kahuna Burger,
the Hawaiian burger joint.
I hear they're tasty. Never had
one myself. How are they?
They're good.
Mind if I try one?
This is yours here, right?
This is a tasty burger.
Vincent!
Ever had a Big Kahuna Burger?
Want a bite?
They're tasty.
- Ain't hungry.
- Lf you like burgers, try them.
I can't get them 'cause my
girlfriend's a vegetarian...
so I got to be one
too, but...
I do love the taste
of a good burger.
Know what a Quarter Pounder
with Cheese is in French?
Tell him, Vincent.
"Royale" with Cheese.
"Royale" with Cheese.
You know why?
'Cause of the metric system?
Check out the big
brain on Brett.
A smart ***!
Right, the metric system.
What's in this?
- Sprite.
- Sprite? Good.
Could I have some of your tasty
beverage to wash this down?
Go right ahead.
That hit the spot.
You! Flock of Seagulls!
Know why we're here?
Tell my man where you
got the *** hid.
There.
I don't remember asking
you a *** thing!
So?
It's in the cupboard.
No, the one by your knees.
We happy?
Vincent!
We happy?
We happy.
I'm sorry,
I didn't get your name.
I got yours. Vincent.
But I never got yours.
My name's Pitt, and your *** isn't
taking you out of this ***.
I just want you to know...
how sorry we are things got
so *** up with us...
and Mr. Wallace. We got into
this with the best intentions.
Really.
Oh, sorry, did I break
your concentration?
I didn't mean to do that.
Please...
continue.
You were saying something
about "best intentions".
What's the matter?
Oh, you were finished.
Well, allow me
to retort.
What does Marsellus
Wallace look like?
What?
What country you from?
What?
Never heard of it.
They speak English in "What"?
What?
English, ***.
Do you speak it?
Then you know what I'm saying.
Describe what Marsellus
Wallace looks like.
Say "what" again!
Say "what" again!
I doubledare you, ***.
Say "what" once more!
He's black.
Go on.
Bald.
Looks like a ***?
What?
Does he look...
like a ***?
Why you try to
*** him like a ***?
Yes, you did, Brett.
You did.
You tried to *** him and...
Marsellus Wallace doesn't
like to be *** by anyone...
except Mrs. Wallace.
You read the Bible?
Yes.
There's this...
passage I got memorized,
sort of fits this occasion:
Ezekiel, 25, 17.
"The path...
of the righteous man is
beset on all sides...
by the inequities of the selfish
and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and goodwill...
shepherds the weak through
the valley of darkness...
for he is his brother's
keeper...
and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down...
with vengeance and furious anger...
upon those who attempt to poison
and destroy my brothers.
And you will know his
name is the Lord...
when I let my vengeance
upon thee!"
I think you'll find...
when all this is
over and done...
you'll find yourself one
smiling ***.
Thing is, Butch...
right now you
got ability...
but, painful as
it may be...
ability doesn't
last, and...
your days are just about over.
That's a hard ***
fact of life...
but it's a fact your *** will
have to get realistic about.
This business is filled to the brim
with unrealistic ***.
*** who thought their
*** would age like wine.
If you mean it turns
to vinegar...
it does.
If you mean it gets better
with age, it don't.
Besides, Butch...
how many fights you
think you got in you?
Two?
Boxers don't have
an old timers' day.
You came close, but
never made it.
If you were going to,
you'd have made it before.
You my ***?
It certainly appears so.
The night of the fight you
may feel a slight sting.
That's pride
*** with you.
*** pride!
Pride only hurts.
It never helps.
Fight through that ***...
'cause a year from now...
when you're kicking it
in the Caribbean...
you'll say to yourself:
"Marsellus Wallace was right."
I've got no problem with that,
Mr. Wallace.
In the fifth,
your *** goes down.
Say it.
In the fifth,
my *** goes down.
Vincent Vega, our man
in Amsterdam.
Jules Wingfield, our man in
Inglewood. Get your *** in here.
***, what's
with them clothes?
You don't want to know.
- Where's the big man?
- There, taking care of business.
Hang back a second.
You see the white boy leave...
go on over.
How you been?
- Pretty good. And you?
- Alright.
I hear you're taking Mia out?
At Marsellus's request.
- Have you met her?
- Not yet.
- What's so *** funny?
- Not a thing.
I got to ***.
I'm no idiot. It's
the big man's wife.
I'll sit across from her,
chew with my mouth closed...
and laugh at her jokes.
My name's Paul, and this
***'s between y'all.
Then, why'd you
ask me about it?
***.
- A pack of Red Apples.
- Filters?
- Looking at something, friend?
- You ain't my friend, palooka.
- What was that?
- You heard me fine, Punchy.
Vincent Vega's in the house?
My ***, get your
*** over here!
Pack of Red Apples.
$1.40.
And some matches.
It's as if it turns every part of
your body into the tip of a ***.
There's a great book
on piercing.
They use that gun
to pierce your ears.
For your nipples as well?
That gun goes against the
entire idea behind piercing.
All my piercing...
18 places on my body, every
one done with a needle.
5 in each year. One trough
the *** of my left breast.
2 in my right nostril.
One in my left eyebrow.
One in my belly,
my lip and my ***.
And I wear a stud
in my tongue.
Excuse me, I was
just curious.
Why wear a stud
in your tongue?
Sex thing.
Helps ***.
Vincenzo.
Step into my office.
This is Panda...
from Mexico. Very good stuff.
That's Bava. Different,
but equally good.
Choco, from the Hartz Mountains...
of Germany.
The first 2 are the same.
300 a gram.
Those are friend prices.
But this one is a
little more expensive.
This is 500 a gram.
When you shoot it, you'll
know where that money went.
These 2 are just fine.
It's real good ***.
But this one is a
*** madman.
Remember, I just got
back from Amsterdam.
Am I a ***? Are we in
Inglewood? No.
You're in my home.
Whites who can tell good ***
from bad *** come here.
I'll take the Challenger with
that Amsterdam ***...
any day of the week.
That's a bold statement.
This ain't Amsterdam.
This is a seller's market.
Coke is ***
dead as...
dead.
***'s coming back in
a big *** way.
Alright, give me 3 grams
of madman.
If it's good as you say,
I'll buy another $1.000.
I just hope I have some
left for you.
I'm giving you some out of
my own private stash.
That's what a nice guy I am.
I'm out of balloons.
Is a baggie alright?
Yeah, that's cool.
I'll get one for you. Honey...
get me some baggies and
twisties from the kitchen!
What do you think about Trudi?
She has no boyfriend. You want
to hand out, get high?
Which one's Trudy? One
with the *** in her face?
No, that's Jody.
That's my wife.
That one hurt, man.
- I must be someplace.
- No problemo.
I'll take a rain check.
"Thank you, Jody."
Still got your Malibu?
You know what some ***
did the other day?
- What?
- *** keyed it.
Oh, man, that's *** up!
Tell me.
I had it stored for 3 years.
It was out 5 days...
and some piece of ***
*** with it.
They should be executed.
No trial, no jury.
I'd have given anything...
to have caught that
*** doing it.
It'd be worth him doing it
if I could catch him.
***.
What's more chickenshit than
*** a man's car?
- You don't do that.
- You don't.
It's just against the rules.
Thank you.
- Mind if I shoot up here?
- Mi casa, su casa.
Hi, Vincent.
I'm getting dressed.
The door's open.
Come in and make yourself
a drink. Mia.
Hello?
I'm on the intercom.
Where's the intercom?
On the wall, by the
two African fellas.
To your right.
Warm.
Warmer.
Disco.
Hello.
Push the button
if you want to talk.
Hello.
Get a drink.
I'll be down in 2 shakes.
The bar's by
the fireplace.
Let's go.
What the *** is this place?
It's Jackrabbit Slim's.
An Elvis man
should love it.
Let's go get a steak.
You can get one here, daddy-o.
Don't be a...
After you, kitty-cat.
Good evening, ladies and gentleman.
How may I help you?
There's a reservation
under Wallace.
- We reserved a car.
- Oh, a car!
You seat them...
in the Chrysler.
Let's hear it for
Ricky Nelson.
Ricky Nelson!
Fantastic job!
Ricky will be back in the 2nd
half of our show.
We hope you enjoy your meal
here at Jackrabbit Slim's.
Thank you.
Call for Phillip Morris!
What do you think?
It's like a wax museum
with a pulse.
I'm Buddy. What'll you have?
Let's see. Steak. I'll have
this Douglas Sirk steak.
- I'll have that.
- How do you want it?
Burnt or bloody?
Bloody as hell. And look
at this, vanilla coke.
How about you, Peggy Sue?
I'll have the...
Durward Kirby burger...
bloody...
and...
a $5 shake.
Martin and Lewis or
Amos 'N' Andy?
Martin and Lewis.
Did you just order
a $5 shake?
That's a shake? That's
milk and ice cream?
- Last I heard.
- It costs $5?
No bourbon in it, nothing?
No.
- Just checking.
- I'll be right back.
Could you...
roll me one of those,
cowboy?
Have this one, cowgirl.
Thanks.
Think nothing of it.
So...
Marsellus said you were
in Amsterdam.
- Sure did.
- How long?
Just over 3 years.
I go once a year to
chill out for a month.
No kidding? I didn't know that.
Why should you?
I heard you did
a pilot.
That was
my 15 minutes.
What was it?
A team of female secret agents
called "Fox Force Five".
What?
Fax, as in a bunch
of foxy chicks.
Force: A force to
be reckoned with.
And 5: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 of us.
The blonde, Sommerset O'Neal,
was the leader.
The Japanese fox was
a Kung Fu master.
The black girl was a
demolition expert.
The French fox's
specialty was sex.
What was yours?
Knives.
My character, Raven McCoy...
had grown up raised
by circus performers.
She was the deadliest woman
in the world with a knife.
And knew a zillion old jokes.
Her grandfather, an old
vaudevillian, taught her.
If we'd got picked up...
they'd have had a gimmick.
So, in every show...
I'd have told an
old joke.
You know any of them?
I only told one 'cause we
only did one show.
Tell me.
It's corny.
Don't be that way. Tell me.
- No, I'd be embarrassed.
- Embarrassed?
You told 50 million
people...
and you can't tell me?
I promise I won't laugh.
That's what I'm afraid of.
You know I didn't
mean that.
I won't tell you. It's been
built up too much.
What a gyp.
Martin and Lewis.
Vanilla Coke.
Yummy.
Could I have a sip?
Be my guest.
I got to know what a
$5 shake tastes like.
Use my straw.
I don't have kooties.
Maybe I do.
Kooties I can handle.
Alright.
That's a pretty ***
good milkshake.
Told you.
Maybe not worth $5,
but good.
Don't you hate that?
Hate what?
Uncomfortable silences.
Why do we have to
yak about ***...
in order to be comfortable?
I don't know.
That's a good question.
Then you know you found
somebody special.
When you shut the ***
up for a minute...
and comfortably share silence.
We're not there yet, but
we just met each other.
I'll tell you what.
I'll go to the bathroom
and powder my nose.
You sit here and think
of something to say.
I'll do that.
I said ***!
***!
Don't you love coming
back from the bathroom...
to find your food waiting?
We're lucky we
got everything.
Buddy Holly's not
much of a waiter.
We should have sat in...
Marilyn Monroe's section.
- There's 2 Monroes.
- No.
That's Marilyn Monroe.
That's Mammie...
Van Doren.
I don't see...
Jayne Mansfield.
She must have the night off.
Pretty smart.
I got my moments.
Did you think of something?
Yes, I did.
However...
you seem like a nice person.
I don't want to offend you.
Doesn't sound like the usual, boring
getting-to-know-you chit-chat.
Sounds like you have
something to say.
Well...
I do.
- But promise not to be offended.
- No, no...
I can't. I've got no idea
what you're going to ask me.
Say you asked me...
and my natural response
was to get offended.
Then I'd have broken
my promise.
- Forget it.
- Impossible.
Forgetting anything this intriguing
is an exercise in futility.
- Is that a fact?
- And besides...
isn't it more exciting when
you don't have permission?
Alright.
Well, here goes.
What do you think about
what happened to Antwan?
Who's Antwan?
Tony Rocky Horror.
You know him.
He fell out of a window.
That's one way to say it.
Another would be that
he was thrown out.
Another would be that Marsellus
threw him out.
And yet another way...
is that Marsellus threw him
out because of you.
Is that a fact?
No, it's not. It's just
what I heard.
- Who told you?
- They.
"They" talk a lot.
They certainly do.
Don't be shy.
What else they say?
I'm not shy.
Did it involve...
the F-word?
Just that Antwan had
given you a foot massage.
- And?
- And...
And nothing. That's it.
You heard Marsellus...
threw Tony out a 4th-story window
for giving me a foot massage?
You believed that?
At the time I was told,
it sounded reasonable.
Marsellus throwing Tony
out the window...
for massaging my feet,
reasonable?
No. But that doesn't
mean it didn't happen.
I understand Marsellus
is very protective of you.
A husband being protective
of his wife is one thing.
Almost killing a man for touching
his wife's feet is another.
- Did it happen?
- Only thing...
Antwan touched was my
hand when he shook it...
at my wedding.
Really?
Nobody knows why Marsellus
threw Tony out that window...
except Marsellus and Tony.
But when you scamps get together,
you're worse than a sewing circle.
Ladies and gentlemen...
the moment you've
been waiting for.
The world famous Jackrabbit
Slim's twist contest...
where...
one lucky couple...
will win the handsome trophy
Marilyn is holding.
Now, who will be...
our first
contestants?
Here.
I wanna dance.
I believe Marsellus,
my husband, your boss...
told you to take me out
and do what I want.
Now I want to dance.
I want to win that trophy.
So, dance good.
You asked for it.
Let's hear it for them.
Let's meet our first
contestants this evening.
Young lady, what is your name?
Mia Wallace.
How about your fella here?
Vincent Vega.
Let's see what you can do.
Take it away!
Is this what you call
an uncomfortable silence?
I don't know what
you call that.
Drinks! Music!
I'm going to take a ***.
That's a bit more information
than I needed but, go ahead.
One drink and that's it.
Don't be rude. Drink your
drink, but do it quickly.
Say "good night"
and go home.
See, this is moral
test of ourselves...
whether you can maintain
loyalty...
because...
being loyal is very important.
So, you say "Good night, I've
had a very lovely evening"...
walk out the door,
get in the car...
go home, jerk off,
and that's all.
Alright, Mia.
Listen, I must go.
Alright?
Jesus *** Christ!
Jesus Christ!
*** me! *** me!
Come on, we're getting out of
here. We must walk now.
Don't ***...
die on me!
Silly ***!
Answer!
- Have you got the ring?
- Certainly.
Join hand, you love birds.
Come on.
Hold hands, love birds!
*** you, Lance,
answer!
- What do you say?
- Okay, I'll marry you.
Lance, the ***
phone is ringing!
I can hear it!
Thought you told them
not to call this late!
I told them...
and that's exactly what I'll
tell this *** ***.
Hello?
Lance, Vincent.
I'm in big *** trouble.
I'm coming over.
Hold your horses.
What's the problem?
I've got a chick
O.D. Ing on me.
Don't bring her here.
I'm not joking.
Don't bring a pooh-butt
to my house.
No choice!
She's O.D. Ing?
She's dying on me.
Bite the bullet, take her to a
hospital and call a lawyer.
Negative.
It's not my *** problem!
You *** her up.
*** deal with it!
Are you talking on
a cellular phone?
Who is this? I'm hanging up.
Prank caller!
What the hell was that?
Have you lost your mind?
Talking about drugs
on a cellular!
- You crashed my house!
- Grab her feet.
You deaf? You're not bringing
that ***-up *** into my house.
The *** is Marsellus Wallace's
wife. Know who he is?
If she croaks on me,
I'm a grease spot.
I'll be forced to
tell him...
you didn't help and you let
her die on your *** lawn.
Help me. Pick her up.
***!
Lance!
***!
It's 1:30 in the morning. What
the ***'s going on out here?
Who's she?
Go to the fridge and
get the adrenaline shot.
- What's with her?
- She's O.D. Ing!
- Get her out!
- Get the shot!
*** you! *** you too!
- *** ***!
- Keep talking to her.
- I'll get my black medical book.
- Why do you need that?
- To tell me what to do.
- Never given an adrenaline shot?
Never had to. My friends
handle their highs!
- Get the shot!
- Just let me!
- I'm not stopping you!
- Not to me, talk to her!
- Get the shot!
- Alright!
- We're losing her!
- I'm looking as fast as I can!
- What's he looking for?
- Some book.
- What are you looking for?
- My black medical book.
What?
My medical book. It's like a
textbook they give to nurses.
- I never saw it.
- Trust me, I have one.
Why not keep it
with the shot?
Stop bothering me!
While you look, she'll
die on your carpet.
- You'll never find it here.
- Lf you don't shut up, honey...
Lance, get in here!
Get the *** out of my way.
Pig!
Quit *** around.
Give her the shot.
Take off her skirt and
find her heart.
Must it be exact?
For a shot in the heart,
I guess so.
I'm not sure.
Maybe here?
- That's it.
- I need a big Magic Marker.
You got it?
- What?
- A Magic Marker!
A felt pen!
A Magic Marker!
- Come on, hurry up.
- ***!
Okay.
I think it's ready.
Hurry up, man.
I'll tell you.
I ain't doing it,
you are.
- I ain't doing it.
- Me either.
- I've never done this.
- Me either, and I won't now.
You brought her here.
If I ever bring an O.D. Ing ***
to you, I'll do it.
- Give it to me.
- Here.
Tell me what to do.
You're giving her adrenaline
to the heart.
But you must pierce
through the breast plate.
Bring the needle down
in a stabbing motion.
- I stab her 3 times?
- Not 3 times, just once...
but hard enough to get
through her breast plate.
Then you press down
on the plunger.
Then what happens?
- I'm curious myself.
- It's no joke. Will I kill her?
She'll come out of it.
Count to 3.
- Ready?
- One.
Two.
Three!
If you're alright...
say something.
Something.
That was *** trippy.
Oh, man!
Mia. Mia.
What's your thoughts...
on how to handle this?
What's yours?
I'm of the opinion...
that if Marsellus lived long, he
doesn't have to know anything.
If Marsellus knew about this,
I'd be in as much trouble as you.
I seriously doubt that.
I can keep a secret,
if you can.
Shake on it?
Mum's the word.
Cool.
Now I'll go home to
have a heart attack.
Vincent!
Want to hear my
"Fox Force Five" joke?
Sure...
except I'm still too
petrified to laugh.
You won't...
'cause it's not funny...
but if you want to hear
it, I'll tell you.
I can't wait.
3 tomatoes are walking.
Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato
and Baby Tomato.
Baby starts lagging behind
and Papa gets real angry.
He goes back, squishes
him, and says:
"Catch up."
Ketchup.
See you around.
That Paddlefoot, he funny,
silly dog.
He think totem pole alive,
He arctic tenderfoot.
That totem pole
been here forever.
Butch, stop watching TV.
- Yeah?
- We got a special visitor.
Remember I told you daddy
died in a POW camp?
This is Captain Koons.
He was in that camp with daddy.
Hello, little man. Boy...
I sure heard a bunch about you!
I was a good friend
of your dad's.
We were in that Hanoi pit of
hell together over five years.
Hopefully...
you won't have to experience
this, but when...
Two men are in a situation like
me and your dad so long...
you take on certain
responsibilities of the other.
If it had been me who'd...
not made it...
Major Coolidge would be
talking now to my son...
Jim.
But, as it turned out,
I'm talking to you...
Butch.
I got something for you.
This watch I got here...
was purchased by our great grand-
father during the 1st World War.
He bought it in a little general
store in Knoxville, Tennessee.
Made by the 1st company
to make wristwatches.
Till then, people used
to carry pocket watches.
It was bought by private
doughboy Erine Coolidge...
the day he set sail for Paris.
That was your great-grandfather's
war watch.
He wore it every day in that war.
After his duty, he went home
to your great-grandmother...
took the watch off...
put it in a coffee can,
and there it stayed...
until your granddad, Dane Coolidge,
was called by his country...
to go overseas and fight
the Germans.
That was the Second
World War.
Your great-grandfather gave this
to your granddad for good lick.
Dane's luck wasn't as good
as his old man's.
Dane was a Marine,
and was killed...
with the other Marines,
at Wake Island.
Your granddad was
facing death.
He knew it.
None of them had any illusions
about leaving that island alive.
3 days before the Japanese took the
island, your granddad asked a gunner
of the Air Force,
named Winocki...
a man he'd never met before...
to deliver to his
infant son...
who he never saw in the flesh...
his gold watch.
3 days later your granddad died,
but Winocki kept his word.
After the war was over,
he visited your grandmother...
delivering to your infant
father his dad's gold watch.
This watch.
It was on your daddy's wrist
when he was shot down over Hanoi.
He was captured, put in a
Vietnamese prison camp.
He knew that fit the
*** saw the watch...
they'd confiscate it...
take it away.
As your dad saw it, this
watch was your birthright.
He'd be damned if they'd put their
yellow hands on his son's birthright.
He hid it the one place he
knew he could: His ***.
5 years he wore this watch
up his *** and...
when he died of dysentery,
he gave it to me.
I hid this uncomfortable hunk of
metal up my *** 2 years. Then...
after 7 years, I was sent
home to my family.
Now...
little man, I give the
watch to you.
It's time, Butch.
It's official. Wilson is dead.
That was the bloodiest,
most brutal fight the city's seen.
Coolidge left faster than any
winner I've seen. Think he knew...
- Wilson was dead?
- I guess.
I saw the frenzy in his eyes...
give way to the realization
he was doing.
- This affect the world of boxing?
- Richard...
a tragedy like this can't help
but shake the world of boxing.
But paramount importance
is that now...
the W.B.A. Will remain...
Marsellus.
I didn't do it, man.
I didn't do it.
How you doing?
Great. I never thanked
you for dinner.
- What you got?
- He booked.
- His trainer?
- Knows nothing. I believe him.
- Butch surprised his ***.
- Forget "think". We want to know.
Take him to the kennel,
sic the dogs on his ***.
We'll find out what he knows.
How do you want the search?
I'll scour the earth for
that ***.
If Butch goes to Indochina...
I want a *** hiding,
ready to cap his ***.
I'll take care of it.
Hey, mister?
You were in that fight?
The fight on the radio.
You're the fighter?
What gave you that idea?
No, come on!
You're him.
I know you're him.
Tell me you're him.
I'm him.
You killed the other boxing man.
He's dead?
The radio said he was.
Sorry, Floyd.
What does it feel like?
What does what feel like?
Killing a man.
Beating another man to death
with your bare hands.
Are you a weirdo?
It's a subject I have
much interest in.
You're the 1st person I've met
who's killed somebody.
So?
What's it feel like
to kill a man?
I'll tell you what.
Give me a cigarette and
I'll tell you about it.
So...
Esmarelda...
Villalobos.
That Mexican?
The name is Spanish,
but I am Colombian.
That's some handle you got.
Thank you.
What is your name?
Butch.
Butch.
What does it mean?
American names don't
mean ***.
Moving right along, what
is it you want to know?
- What's it feel like to kill a man?
- Couldn't tell you.
I didn't know he was dead
till you told me.
Not that I know, you
want to know how I feel?
I don't feel the least
bad about it.
What the *** I tell you?
Once they knew the fix was
in, the odds went sky high.
I know. Unbelievable.
*** him. If he were better
he'd still be alive.
If he'd never laced his glove in
the first place, he still be alive.
Who gives a ***?
It's over.
Enough about poor,
unfortunate Floyd.
Let's discuss the rich
and prosperous Butch.
How many bookies are in?
All eight?
How long to collect?
You'll have it tomorrow night?
Okay, besides a
few stragglers.
***, that is good news!
It's great news!
Me and Fabienne
leave in the morning.
It'll take a couple of days
to get to Knoxville.
Okay, my brother.
You're right,
you're *** right.
Next time I see you we'll
be on Tennessee time.
Be cool, brother.
Forty-five sixty.
Here's a little something
for the effort.
If anybody asks about your
fare, what'll you say?
The truth.
3 well-dressed, slightly
toasted Mexicans.
Bonsoir,
Esmarelda Villalobos.
Keep the light off.
Is that better, sugar pop?
- Hard day at the office?
- Pretty hard.
I got in a fight.
Poor baby.
Can we make spoons?
I was going to shower.
I stink like a dog.
I like the way you stink.
Let me take my jacket off.
I was looking at myself
in the mirror.
I wish I had a pot.
Looking at yourself, you
wished you had a pot?
A pot.
A pot belly.
Pot bellies are sexy.
You should be happy...
- 'cause you have one.
- Shut up, Fatso! I don't have one.
I have a bit of a tummy...
like Madonna when she did
"Lucky Star". It's not the same.
There's a difference between
a pot belly and a tummy?
The difference is huge.
Would you like it
if I had a pot belly?
Pot bellies make a man look
either oafish or like a gorilla.
But on a woman,
it's very sexy.
The rest of you
is normal.
Normal face, legs,
hips, ***...
but with a big, perfectly
round pot belly.
If I had one, I'd wear my T-shirt
too small to accentuate it.
Would men find that
attractive?
I don't give a damn what
men find attractive.
Unfortunately, what pleases
the touch and the eye...
is seldom the same.
If you had a pot belly...
I'd punch you in it.
- You'd punch my belly?
- Right in the belly.
I'd smother you.
I'd drop it on your face till
you couldn't breathe.
You'd do that?
Get everything?
- I did.
- Good job, sugar pop.
Everything go as planned?
You didn't listen to...
the radio?
I never listen to your fights.
Did you win?
I won, alright.
Are you still retiring?
Sure am.
It worked out in the finish?
We're not at the finish yet, baby.
We're in a lot of danger,
aren't we?
If they find us, they'll
kill us, won't they?
But they won't find us,
will they?
Still want me to
go with you?
I don't want to be a burden
or a nuisance. It's...
Say it.
I want you to be with me.
- Forever?
- Forever and ever.
Do you love me?
Very, very much.
- Butch.
- Yes.
Will you give me oral pleasure?
Will you kiss it?
But you first.
- Okay.
- Good.
Mon amour.
L'aventure commence.
I think I cracked a rib.
Giving me oral pleasure?
- No, retard, from the fight.
- Don't call me retard.
"My name is Fabby."
"My name is Fabienne."
Shut up, ***!
I hate that mongoloid voice.
Sorry, sorry.
I take it back.
Hand me a towel,
Miss Beautiful Tulip.
I like that. I like
being called a tulip.
It's much better
than mongoloid.
I didn't call you mongoloid.
I called you retard...
and I took it back.
Yes, lemon pie.
- Where will we go?
- I'm not sure yet.
Wherever you want.
We'll get a lot of money
from this...
but it won't be money we can
live like hogs in the fat house.
Maybe we can go down...
someplace in the South Pacific.
That money will get us
far down there.
- We could live in Bora Bora?
- You bet.
And if you get tired of that...
we go somewhere else.
Maybe Tahiti or Mexico.
- But I don't speak Spanish.
- Nor Bora Boran either.
Besides, Mexican is easy.
- What does that mean?
- Where's the shoe store?
Spit first.
Excellent pronunciation.
You'll be my little
"mamacita" in no time.
- What time is it?
- What time is it?
Time for bed.
Sweet dreams, jellybean.
Never mind.
Merde!
You startled me.
You had a ban dream?
What are you watching?
A motorcycle movie,
I'm not sure of the name.
You watching it?
In a way.
It's a bit early for
explosions and war.
- What was it about?
- I don't know.
You were the one
watching it.
No, imbecile! The dream.
I don't know.
I don't remember.
I rarely remember
my dreams.
Look at the grumpy
man in the morning.
- Let's have breakfast.
- One more kiss and I'll get up.
Satisfied?
Then get up,
lazy bones.
Oh, God!
What time is it?
Almost 9 in the morning.
- What time's our train arrive?
- 11.
- Know what I'm having?
- What, lemon pie?
I'll order...
a big plate of blueberry
pancakes with maple syrup...
eggs over easy and
five sausages.
Anything to drink?
That looks nice.
To drink, a tall glass
of orange juice...
and a black cup of coffee.
Then I'll have a
slice of pie.
Pie for breakfast?
Any time of the day
is good for pie.
Blueberry pie to go
with the pancakes.
And on top, a thin slice
of melted cheese.
Where's my watch?
It's there.
No, it's not.
You looked?
What do you think I'm doing?
You sure you got it?
Yes, bedside table drawer.
On the little kangaroo?
It was in it.
Well, it's not here now.
Well, it should be.
It should, but it isn't.
Where the *** is it?
Fabienne...
it was my father's *** watch.
Know what he did to
get me that watch?
Too long to explain,
but a lot.
You could have set all
this *** on fire, but...
I told you not to forget
the *** watch.
Think!
Did you get it?
I believe so.
Either you did,
or you didn't!
Then I did.
Are you sure?
***! ***!
***!
Do you know how *** stupid...
you *** are?
It's not your fault...
you left it at the apartment.
You left it,
it's not your fault.
I had to bring a
bunch of stuff.
I reminded you about it, but...
I didn't illustrate how
personal it was.
I should have told you
it's all I give a *** about.
You're not a mind reader...
are you?
I'm sorry.
Don't be, but I can't
have breakfast with you.
What does that mean?
I must go back to
get my watch.
Won't the gangsters
be looking for you?
I'll find out.
If they are and
I can't handle it...
- I'll split.
- I thought I brought it.
I'm so sorry.
Here's some money.
Go get pancakes and
have a nice breakfast.
I'll be back before you can
say blueberry pie.
Blueberry pie.
Maybe not that fast...
but pretty fast.
Of all things, she forgets
my father's watch!
I specifically reminded her:
"Bedside table.
On the kangaroo."
I said it: "Don't forget
my father's watch."
Looking good, Butch.
That's how you'll
beat them.
They underestimate you.
***!
He's dead.
I'll help you in court.
He's a maniac. He hit you, then
he crashed into that car.
Who?
Him.
I'll be damned!
- Can I help you?
- Shut the *** up!
Wait a *** minute.
What the *** you up to?
Come here, ***!
Feel the sting?
That's pride...
*** you.
You must fight through this.
Better kill me.
Somebody'll get their
*** head...
blown off.
Hold it right there...
- *** it!
- This ain't none of your business.
I'm making it mine.
Toss the weapon.
You don't understand!
Toss the weapon.
Your foot off the ***,
hands behind your head...
- approach the counter.
- This ***'s trying...
- to kill me!
- Shut up!
Keep it coming. Come on.
Zed? It's Maynard.
The spider just caught
a couple of flies.
Nobody kills anybody in
my place, except Zed or me.
That's Zed.
- You said you waited for me.
- I did.
How come they're all beat up?
They did that.
They came in fighting.
This one here...
wanted to shoot that one.
That right?
You going to shoot him?
Grace all right
out there?
- It ain't Tuesday, is it?
- It's Thursday.
She'll be fine.
Well...
bring out The Gimp.
I think The Gimp's sleeping.
Then wake him up,
will you?
Get up!
Get down.
Which one you want to do first?
I ain't sure yet.
Eenie...
meenie minie mo.
That means you, big boy.
Here?
Let's do it back there,
in Russell's old room.
Sounds good to me.
Keep an eye on this one.
Shut the *** up!
You want the gun?
Go on, pick it up.
Pick it up.
Come on, atta boy!
I want you to pick it up.
Step aside, Butch.
***!
You okay?
No, I'm not.
I'm pretty ***
far from okay.
What now?
What now?
Let me tell you what now.
I'll call some pipe-hitting ***
to go work on the homes...
with a pair of pliers
and a blow torch.
You hear me, Hillbilly Boy?
I'm not done with you
by a damn sight!
I'll get medieval
on your ***.
I meant "what now
between me and you"?
Oh, that "what now"!
I'll tell you what now
between us.
There is no me and you.
Not no more.
So we're cool?
Yeah, we're cool.
Two things:
Don't tell anybody
about this.
This *** is between
me, you and...
Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-His-
Short-***-Life...
in Agonizing-Pain
***, here.
It ain't nobody else's business.
Two:
You leave town
tonight...
right now.
And when you're gone...
you stay gone...
or you be gone.
You lost the L.A.
Privileges. Deal?
Get your *** out of here.
Get your ***.
We must go right now.
What about our bags?
*** the bags! We'll miss
the train. I'll be downstairs.
- Everything well?
- Come on, no talking now.
Are we in danger?
Come on!
Where did you get
this motorcycle
Not motorcycle.
It's a chopper.
- Let's go.
- What happened to my Honda?
I'm sorry, I had to crash that
Honda. Come on, please?
Come on, let's go.
You're hurt?
I might've broken my nose.
No biggie. Hop on.
Please, honey, we have to hit
the *** road. Get on!
I'm sorry. Come here.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
You were gone so long,
I was scared.
I didn't mean to worry you.
How was breakfast?
- Good.
- Get your blueberry pancakes?
No, I had to get buttermilk.
You sure you're okay?
Honey, since I left you...
this has been the weirdest
*** day of my life.
Hop on and I'll tell you
about it. We got to go.
Whose motorcycle is this?
- It's a chopper.
- Whose chopper is it?
- Zed's.
- Who's Zed?
Zed's dead, baby.
He's dead.
Yes, you did, Brett!
You tried to *** him!
And Marsellus only likes...
to be *** by
Mrs. Wallace.
- I don't want to die.
- You read the Bible?
I memorized a passage that
sort of fits this occasion.
Ezechiel, 25, 17
"The path of righteous
man is beset...
on all sides by
the inequities...
of the selfish and the
tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and goodwill...
shepherds the weak through
the valley of darkness...
for he is his brother's
keeper...
and the finder of
lost children.
And I will strike down...
with great vengeance
and furious anger...
upon those who attempt to poison
and destroy my brothers.
And you will know
my name is the Lord...
when I lay my vengeance
upon thee!"
- ***! ***!
- He a friend of yours?
Oh, Vincent, Marvin.
Marvin, Vincent.
Shut him up, he's
getting on my nerves.
Marvin. Marvin!
Marvin, I don't knock
that *** off.
Die, you ***!
Die!
Why didn't you tell us
somebody was in the bathroom?
Slip your mind?
You forgot someone was in there
with a hand-cannon?
See the size of the gun?
It was bigger than mine.
We should be *** dead, man.
I know. We was lucky.
No, that ***
wasn't luck.
Maybe.
This was divine intervention.
You know what that is?
I think so.
God came down from heaven
and stopped the bullets?
That's right.
God came down and stopped
the *** bullets.
It's time for us to leave.
Don't *** blow
this *** off!
What happened...
was a *** miracle.
*** happens.
Wrong, this *** doesn't
just happen.
You want to continue this
discussion in the car...
or in jail with the cops?
We should be *** dead.
What happened...
was a miracle.
Acknowledge it!
Alright,
it was a miracle.
Can we go now?
Let's go, ***.
***!
You know that show "COPS"?
There was this cop and he
was talking...
about this gunfight
he had with this guy.
He unloaded on him and nothing
happened. Not even hit him.
It was him and this guy.
I mean, you know...
it's freaky but,
it happens.
You want to be blind,
go walk with the shepherd.
But my eyes are
wide open.
What does that mean?
That's it for me. As of now,
consider my *** retired.
Jesus Christ!
- Don't blaspheme!
- *** it!
Don't do that!
Why are you freaking out?
I'm telling Marsellus
today I'm through.
Tell him why, too.
- I will.
- Bet you $10.000 he laughs.
I don't give a damn if he does.
What do you make of all this?
I have no opinion.
Don't you think God came down
from heaven and stopped?
What the ***'s happening, man?
***!
- I shot Marvin in the face.
- Why?
- It was an accident.
- I've seen some crazy-*** ***...
Chill, it was an accident. You
probably went over a bump.
The car didn't hit no bump!
I didn't mean to shoot the
sonofabitch. The gun went off.
We're on a city street,
in broad daylight.
- I can't believe it.
- Believe it now!
Off the road. Cops notice if
your car's drenched in blood.
Go to a friendly place.
- Marsellus got no friendly place.
- This ain't my *** town!
***!
- What you doing?
- Calling my partner in Toluca Lake.
- Where's that?
- Over the hill, by Burbank.
LfJimmie's not home,
I don't know what to do.
I got no other partners
in 818.
Jimmie, how you doing?
Me and my homeboy are in
serious *** ***.
We must get off the road.
I need your garage.
We must be delicate
with this.
He's one remark away from
kicking our *** out.
Then what?
We won't leave till we make
some calls, but I don't want to.
You don't come to a friend's house
and tell him what's what.
Tell him not to abuse,
that's all.
He freaked out when
he saw Marvin.
Put yourself in his place.
It's 8 a.m.
He just woke up.
He wasn't expecting this.
Remember who's doing
who a favor.
If I must take ***, then he can
stick his favor up his ***.
- What did you do to this?
- I was drying my hands.
- Wash them first.
- You saw me.
You wet them.
I washed them. It's hard to get off.
If I had Lava, it'd be better.
I used the same soap and my towel
doesn't look like no Maxie pad.
What if he sees his towel?
This *** will bring this
situation to a head, man!
Look...
I'm not threatening you.
I respect you...
but don't put me in
this position, alright?
Alright, fine.
Ask me nice like that,
no problem.
Go handle your friend.
I don't care.
***, Jimmie, this is
serious gourmet ***!
We'd have been satisfied with
freeze-dried Taster's Choice.
And he springs this gourmet ***
on us. What flavor is this?
Knock it off, Julie.
- What?
- I don't need you to...
tell me how good
my coffee is.
I buy it, I know
how good it is.
When Bonnie shops,
she buys ***.
I buy the expensive stuff because...
I want to taste it. But what's on
my mind now ain't the coffee.
It's the dead *** in my garage.
Jimmie, don't worry.
Just one question.
When you pulled in here...
did you notice a sign:
"Dead *** Storage"?
You know I didn't...
Did you notice a sign:
"Dead *** Storage"?
No, I didn't.
- You know why you didn't?
- Why?
Because storing dead ***
ain't my *** business!
- We won't store...
- No, no.
Don't you realize if
Bonnie comes home...
and finds a dead body,
I'll get divorced?
No lawyers, no trial.
Just *** divorced.
And I don't want to
get *** divorced.
I want to help you, but I don't
want to lose my wife doing it.
- She won't leave...
- Look...
don't *** "Jimmie"
me, okay?
Nothing will make me forget
that I love my wife, will it?
She comes home from work in
about an hour and a half.
Graveyard shift
at the hospital.
You gotta make some calls?
Call some people?
Then do it...
and get the *** out
before she gets here.
That's cool. We won't
*** your *** up.
I'll call and my people'll
bring us in.
You already are ***
my *** up!
You'll *** it up big time
if Bonnie comes home.
Do me that favor? The phone
is in my bedroom. Get going.
Well, say she comes home.
What'll she do?
No *** ***,
she'll freak.
That is no answer.
You know her. How much,
a lot or a little?
Appreciate what an explosive
element this Bonnie situation is.
If she comes home and
finds some gangsters...
doing gangster ***, no
telling what she might do.
I've grasped that.
I'm contemplating
the "ifs".
I don't need to hear no "ifs".
I want to hear: "No problem.
I'm on the ***.
Chill them *** and wait for
the cavalry, which is coming now."
You have no problems,
Jules.
I'm on the ***.
Chill them ***
out...
and wait for The Wolf,
who's coming now.
You're sending The Wolf?
Feel better, ***?
***, ***!
That all you
had to say.
Is she the hysterical type?
When is she due?
Give me the principals' names.
30 minutes away.
I'll be there in 10.
You're Jimmie, right?
This your house?
- Sure is.
- I'm Winston Wolf.
I solve problems.
- Good, we got one.
- I heard. May I come in?
Please.
You must be Jules...
which would make you Vincent.
Let's get down to brass tacks.
The clock is ticking, right?
100%.
Your wife...
Bonnie comes home at
I was told if she comes
and finds us here...
she won't appreciate it?
- She won't at that.
- Right, then give us...
40 minutes to get out of Dodge.
If you do what I say,
it's plenty.
You got a corpse in a car, minus a
head, in the garage. Take me there.
- Jimmie.
- Uh-hum.
Do me a favor?
I smell coffee.
Can I have a cup?
Yeah, sure.
How do you take it?
Lots of cream, lots of sugar.
How about the car?
Does it stall, smoke, make
noise? Got gas?
Aside from how it looks,
the car's cool.
Positive?
The brake lights
better work.
Far as I know, the
*** is tip-top.
Good enough.
Let's go back to the kitchen.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
Okay, first thing.
You two...
stick the body
in the trunk.
This house looks
domesticated, so...
I guess you have cleaners
and cleaners.
- Under the sink.
- Good.
Take those products and
clean the inside of the car.
I'm talking fast, fast.
You need to...
scoop up those little pieces of
brain and skull in the back seat.
The upholstery don't
need to be perfect.
You don't need to eat off it.
Just a good once over.
You need to take care
of the messy parts.
Soak up the pools of
blood that've collected.
We need your linen. Blankets,
comforters, quilts...
bedspreads.
Thin ones. Dark ones.
Can't use whites.
We need to camouflage...
the interior. We'll line the
seats and the floor boards...
with quilts and blankets.
If a cop stops us and looks,
the subterfuge won't last...
but the car'll look normal.
Lead the way.
Boys, get to work!
"Please".
Come again?
"Please" would be nice.
I'm not here to say "please",
but to tell you what to do.
If you have an instinct for
self-preservation, do it quick.
If my help is not appreciated,
lots of luck, gentlemen!
It's not like that!
- Your help is appreciated.
- Listen...
I don't mean disrespect.
I respect you.
I don't like people barking
orders at me.
I'm curt because
time is a factor.
I think fast,
talk fast...
and you must act fast
if you want out.
So, pretty please,
clean the *** car.
Don't look at me like that.
I can feel your look.
It's a 1974 Chevy Nova.
Green.
Nothing except for the mess inside.
About 20 minutes.
Nobody who'll
be missed.
You're a good man, Joe.
Thanks a bunch.
- How we coming?
- Good. I got it all here.
But...
- Mr. Wolf, you must understand...
- Winston, please.
Understand something, Winston.
No, thank you.
This is our best
linen here.
And it's a...
wedding gift from Uncle
Conrad and Aunt Ginny.
- They died. I want to help...
- One question...
- if you don't mind.
- Please, go ahead.
Your Uncle Conrad
and Aunt Ginny.
Were they millionaires?
Your Uncle Marsellus is...
and I'm positive if
Uncle Conrad and Aunt...
- Ginny.
- Ginny, were here, they'd...
furnish you with a
whole bedroom set...
which Uncle Marsellus
is happy to do.
I like oak,
that's what I have...
in my bedroom.
How about you?
You an oak man?
Oak's nice.
Man, I'll never forget
your *** for this ***.
This is some repugnant ***.
You know the philosophy.
Once a man is wrong...
he's forgiven for all
the wrongdoings.
Get the *** out of my face!
Who said that never had to pick up
pieces of skull for your dumb ***.
I got a threshold for
the abuse I will take.
I'm a ***
race car.
You got me in the red.
And it's *** dangerous...
to have a race car
in the red.
That's all.
It could blow.
- You ready to blow?
- I'm ready.
I'm a mushroom-cloud-
laying-***!
My fingers touch a brain and
I'm Superfly T.N.T....
"The Guns of Navaronne".
In fact, what am
I doing in the back?
You should be on
brain detail.
We switch. I wash the windows,
you pick up the ***'s skull.
Fine job, gentlemen.
We may get out of this.
I can't believe it's
the same car.
Let's not start sucking each
other's dicks quite yet.
Phase 1 is done.
Now, phase 2:
Clean you two.
Strip.
- All the way?
- To your bare ***.
Quickly, gentlemen.
15 minutes before Jimmie's better
half pulls into the driveway.
Damn, this morning
air is chilly.
Is this absolutely necessary?
- Know what you look like?
- What?
Like you just blew off
somebody's head.
Stripping off those bloody rags...
is absolutely necessary.
- Toss them in Jim's garbage bag.
- Don't do nothing...
stupid like leave
this out front...
- for the garbage man.
- We'll take it with us.
The soap.
Okay, gentlemen...
you've been to County before,
I'm sure. Here it comes.
- That water's *** cold!
- Better you than me, gentlemen!
- Spread the soap around.
- Up there a little bit.
Spray some on my hair.
Do it!
Damn, do it!
Towel them.
Dry enough.
Toss them their clothes.
Perfect.
We couldn't have
planned this better.
You look like...
What we look like?
Dorks.
They look like two dorks.
They're your clothes,
***.
We're laughing our way
to prison.
Don't make me beg.
Let's get our rules
of the road straight.
We're going to
Monster Joe's Truck & Tow.
Monster Joe and his daughter
are sympathetic to our dilemma.
It's in North Hollywood.
A few twists and turns aside,
we'll go up Hollywood Way.
I drive the tainted car.
Jules, you ride with me.
You follow in my Acura.
If we come across the path
of any John Q. Laws...
do nothing till I do something.
What did I say?
- Don't do *** unless...
- Unless what?
Unless you do it.
Spoken like a true prodigy.
How about you?
Can you keep your spurs
from jingling?
The gun went off.
I don't know why.
I'm cool, I promise.
Now, I drive real fast,
so keep up.
If I get my car back
different...
Monster Joe'll dispose
of two bodies.
- We cool?
- Like it never...
happened.
Boys, this is...
Raquel.
Some day all this
will be hers.
What's with the outfits?
Going to a volleyball
game or something?
I'm taking milady to
breakfast.
I might drop you off.
Where do you live?
- Redondo.
- Inglewood.
It's your future.
I see...
a cab ride.
Get out of the sticks, fellas.
- Say good night, Raquel.
- Good night, Raquel.
Stay out of trouble,
you crazy kids.
Mr. Wolf?
It was a pleasure
watching you work.
Really. Thank you
very much, Mr. Wolf.
Call me Winston.
You see that, young lady?
Respect.
- Respect shows character.
- I have character.
Because you're a character doesn't
mean you have character.
Want to share a cab?
I'd go for breakfast. Want
to have breakfast with me?
Cool.
I thought he'd be
European or something.
- As much as English Bob.
- I know now, but...
- was he cool or what.
- Thank you.
Totally *** cool.
In control.
Didn't even get pissed when you
*** with him. I'm amazed.
- Want some bacon?
- No, I don't eat pork.
- Are you Jewish?
- No, I just don't dig on swine.
Why not?
Pigs are filthy.
I don't eat filthy animals.
But bacon tastes good.
Pork chops taste good.
A sewer rat may taste good,
but I'd never eat one.
Pigs sleep and root in ***.
That's a filthy animal.
I ain't eating nothing that don't
disregard its own feces.
A dog eats his
own feces.
I don't eat dog either.
You consider a dog
a filthy animal?
I wouldn't say filthy, but
they're definitely dirty.
A dog's got personality,
which goes a long way.
If a pig had a better personality,
he wouldn't be filthy.
- True?
- He'd have to be one charming pig.
Ten times more charming than
Arnold on "Green Acres".
Man, that's good.
That's good. You're
starting to lighten up.
- You're there, so serious.
- Yeah, I've just...
- been thinking.
- About what?
About that miracle.
You saw a miracle.
I saw a freak occurrence.
What's a miracle?
Act of God.
What's an "Act of God"?
When...
God make the impossible
possible.
But this morning, I
don't think, qualifies.
That *** don't matter.
You judge this wrong.
It could be God
stopped the bullets...
or changed
Coke to Pepsi...
or he found my car keys.
Don't judge based on merit.
Whether or not what we...
experiences was a miracle
is insignificant.
What is significant...
is I felt the touch of God.
God got involved.
But why?
I don't know. But I
can't go back to sleep.
You're serious?
You're thinking about quitting?
- The life?
- Yeah.
Definitely.
***!
Then what?
Well...
that's what I've been
contemplating here.
First, I'm going to deliver
this case to Marsellus.
Then I'll just
walk the earth.
Walk the earth?
Like Caine in "Kung Fu".
Go from place to place, meet
people, have adventures.
How long do you
intend to walk?
Till God puts me
where he wants.
What if he doesn't?
If he takes forever,
I'll walk forever.
You decided to
be a bum?
I'll just be Jules.
No more, no less.
No, you decided to be a bum.
Like those pieces of ***
who beg for change.
Sleep in garbage bins,
eat what I throw away.
They got a name for that:
Bum.
Without a job...
without a residence.
You'll be a *** bum.
This is just where
you and I differ.
Garçon.
Coffee!
- What happened was peculiar...
- "Garçon" means boy.
...but water into
wine, I...
All shapes and sizes.
Don't talk to me that way!
If my answers scare you,
cease asking scary questions.
I'm going to take a ***.
Let me ask:
When did you...
make that decision, while
eating that muffin?
I was eating, drinking, replaying
the incident in my head...
when I had what alcoholics
call a "moment of clarity".
***!
To be continued.
- I love you, Pumpkin.
- I love you, Honey Bunny.
Everybody,
this is a robbery!
Any of you ***
pricks move...
I'll execute every one
of you ***!
- Waitresses, on the floor!
- You just be quiet!
Get the *** down!
Get the *** down!
You're in a blind spot!
Take your dames over there
on the count of ten.
Mexicans, out of the kitchen!
You *** yuppie!
Get down!
Throw those bags!
Move!
What the *** you doing?
Get on the *** floor!
Grandpa...
down!
I'm the manager here and
there's no problem.
You're going to give me a problem
You're gonna give me
a problem?
We got a hero here!
Just execute him!
- I'm no hero. I'm just a...
- Get the *** down!
The restaurant's ours!
Just take whatever you want.
Talk to the customers.
Tell them to be cool...
and everything will be
over. Understand?
Listen, everybody...
be calm...
cooperate and this'll be
over in a minute.
Down! Well done.
Alright, people...
I'll collect your wallets.
Don't *** talk.
Throw them in the bag.
Are we *** clear?
Good. Now, wallets out.
That's it, get the *** down.
In the bag.
- I have nothing on me.
- In the bag.
What you waiting for?
In the bag.
Laura, tips.
In the bag.
A cellular phone?
In the *** bag!
Tidy up, that's it.
Now, get down on the floor.
In the bag.
In the bag.
In the bag.
What's in the case?
My boss's dirty laundry.
You do his laundry?
- When he wants it clean.
- *** job.
I thought the same thing.
Open it.
Afraid I can't.
I didn't hear.
Yes you did.
What's going on?
We got a vigilante in our midst.
Shoot him!
Hat to shutter your ego, but
I've been pointed at before.
Open the case or
it'll be your last.
You'll get us all killed!
Just give it to them!
Shut up, fat man.
Ain't your business.
Be cool, Honey Bunny.
It's all under control.
I'm going to count to 3.
If you don't open it, I'll
unload in your *** face.
We clear?
One.
Two.
- Three.
- Okay, Ringo.
You win.
It's yours.
Open it.
What is it?
What is it?
Is that what I think?
It's beautiful.
*** it, what is it?
Let him go! Let him go!
Let go!
Be cool.
I'm gonna kill you!
Say: "***, be cool!"
Say: "***, be cool!"
Tell the ***!
- Tell her to chill!
- Be cool, honey pot!
- Chill!
- Chill out, Honey Bunny!
- Say it'll be alright.
- It'll be alright.
- Promise her!
- I promise.
- Tell her to chill!
- Chill out!
Tell me her name.
- Yolanda.
- Okay, Yolanda.
- Don't do anything stupid.
- Don't hurt him!
Nobody'll hurt anybody. We'll
be like 3 little Fonzies.
What's Fonzie like?
- What's Fonzie like?
- He's cool?
- What?
- Cool.
Exactly. That's what
we'll be.
We'll be cool.
Now, Ringo...
I'll count to 3.
And when I count 3...
you let go your gun...
put your palms flat
on the table...
and sit your *** down.
But when you do it...
you do it cool.
You ready?
One.
Two.
Three.
- Okay, now let him go.
- Yolanda.
I thought you'd be cool.
When you yell, I get nervous.
When I get nervous,
I get scared.
And when *** get
nervous, *** get shot.
Just know...
you hurt him,
you die.
That seems to be the situation.
But I don't want that.
You don't want that,
and Ringo here...
definitely don't.
So let's see what we can do.
Now.
Here's the situation:
Normally, your *** would
be dead as fried chicken.
But I'm in transition and
I don't want to kill you.
I want to help you.
I can't give you this case...
'cause it don't belong to me.
Besides...
I been through too much ***
to just hand it over to you.
Cool!
Yolanda, it's cool, baby.
It's cool.
We still talking.
Come on, point the gun at me!
Point it at me!
There you go.
Hang back and don't do a ***
thing. Tell her we're cool.
- Still cool, Honey Bunny.
- How we doing?
I got to go pee.
- I want to go home.
- Hang in there.
I'm proud of you.
And Ringo's proud of you.
Almost over.
Tell her you're proud.
I'm proud of you.
I love you.
I love you too, Honey Bunny.
I want you to go
in that bag...
and find my wallet.
Which one is it?
It says: "Bad ***".
That's it. That's my...
Bad ***. Open it.
Take out the money.
Count it.
How much is there?
About $1.500.
Put it in your pocket.
It's yours.
With the rest of those
wallets and the register...
this a pretty successful score.
You give him $1.500,
I'll shoot him on principle!
He won't do a ***
*** thing.
Vince, shut the *** up!
- Shut up!
- Yolanda, stay with me, baby.
I'm not giving it
to him.
I'm buying something for money.
Want to know what I'm buying?
What?
Your life.
I give you that money so
I don't have to kill you.
You read the Bible, Ringo?
Not regularly, no.
There's this passage
I got memorized.
Ezekiel, 25, 17.
"The path of the righteous
man is beset on all sides...
by the inequities of the selfish
and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, for
charity and goodwill...
shepherds the weak through
darkness, for he is his brother's...
keeper and finder of children.
I will strike down with great
vengeance and fury...
those who attempt to poison
and destroy my brothers.
And you will know
I am the Lord...
when I lay my vengeance
upon you."
I've been saying this ***
for years.
And if you heard it,
that meant your ***.
I never considered
what it meant.
Thought it was some *** to say
before I capped some guy's ***.
But today, it's made
me think twice.
Now I'm thinking...
maybe it means...
you're the evil man...
and I'm the righteous man.
And Mr. 9 mm. Here...
is the shepherd protecting my
righteous *** in the darkness.
Or it could mean...
you're the righteous man
and I'm the shepherd...
and it's the world that's
evil and selfish.
I'd like that.
But that *** ain't the truth.
The truth is...
you're the weak...
and I'm the tyranny
of evil men.
But I'm trying,
Ringo.
I'm trying real hard...
to be the shepherd.
Go on.
I think we should leave now.
That's probably
a good idea.