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Forget it. It's too risky.
I'm through doing that ***.
You always say that.
The same thing every time.
"l'm through, never again,
too dangerous."
I know that's what I always say.
I'm always right too.
- You forget about it in a day or two.
- The days of me forgetting are over.
The days of me remembering
have just begun.
You know, when you go on like this,
what you sound like ?
- I sound like a sensible ***' man.
- You sound like a duck.
- Quack, quack, quack.
- Take heart, 'cause you're never
gonna have to hear it again.
Since I'm never gonna
do it again, you're never
gonna have to hear me quack.
- After tonight ?
- Correct. I got all tonight to quack.
- Can I get anyone more coffee ?
- Oh, yes !
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I mean, the way it is now,
you're takin' the same risk
as when you rob a bank.
Takin' more of a risk.
Banks are easier.
Federal banks ain't supposed to stop you
in any way during a robbery.
They're insured. Why should
they give a *** ? I don't even
need a gun in a Federal bank.
Heard about this one bloke, he walks
into a bank with a portable phone.
He gives the phone to a teller.
The bloke on the other end says,
"We got this guy's little girl.
If you don't give him all your
money, we're gonna kill her."
- Did it work ?
- ***' right it worked.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Knucklehead walks into a bank
with a telephone. Not a pistol,
not a shotgun, a ***' phone.
- Cleans the place out.
They don't lift a ***' finger.
- Did they hurt the little girl ?
There probably never was
a little girl. The point of
the story isn't a little girl.
The point of the story is they
robbed a bank with a telephone.
- You want to rob banks ?
- I'm not saying I wanna rob banks.
I'm illustrating if we did, it'd be
easier than what we've been doing.
-No more liquor stores ?
-What've we been talkin' about ?
Yeah, no more liquor stores.
Besides, it ain't the giggle
it used to be. There's too many
foreigners own liquor stores.
Vietnamese, Koreans,
don't even speak ***' English.
You tell 'em empty out
the register, they don't know
what you're talkin' about.
They make it too personal.
- We keep on, one of these ***
*** gonna make us kill him.
- I'm not gonna kill anybody.
I don't want to either.
But they'll probably put us
in a situation where it's us or them.
And if it's not the ***,
it's these old ***' Jews who've owned
the store for 15 *** generations.
You got Grandpa lrving sitting
behind the counter with
a *** Magnum in his hand.
Try walkin' into one of those places
with nothing but a phone.
See how far that gets you.
Forget it.
- We're out of it.
- Well, what then, day jobs ?
- Not in this life.
- What then ?
Garçon, coffee !
This place.
Garçon means boy.
This place ?
A coffee shop ?
What's wrong with that ?
Nobody ever robs restaurants.
Why not ?
Bars, liquor stores,
gas stations; you get your head
blown off stickin' up one of them.
Restaurants, on the other hand,
you catch with their pants down.
They're not expectin' to get robbed.
Not as expectin' anyway.
- I bet you could cut down on the
hero factor in a place like this.
- Correct.
Same as banks,
these places are insured.
Manager.
He don't give a ***.
They're just trying to get you out
before you start pluggin' the diners.
Waitresses. ***' forget it.
No way they're takin' a bullet
for the register.
Busboys. Some *** gettin'
paid $1.50 an hour...
really give a ***
you're stealin' from the owner ?
Customers sittin' there
with food in their mouths,
they don't know what's goin' on.
One minute, they're havin'
a Denver omelet, the next, someone
is stickin' a gun in their face.
See, I got the idea the last
liquor store we stuck up, remember ?
- All the customers kept comin' in.
- Yeah.
You got the idea
of takin' their wallets.
Now, that was a good idea.
- Thank you.
- Made more from the wallets
than we did from the register.
- Yes, we did.
- A lot of people come to restaurants.
- A lot of wallets.
- Pretty smart, huh ?
Pretty smart.
I'm ready. Let's do it.
Right now, right here.
- Come on.
- All right. Same as
last time, remember ?
You're crowd control.
I'll handle the employees.
- I love you, Pumpkin.
- I love you, Honey Bunny.
Everybody be cool !
This is a robbery !
Any of you *** pricks move,
and I'll execute
every ***' last one of you.
and I'll execute
every ***' last one of you.
[ "Miserlou" ]
[ Radio Dial Tuning ]
[ "Jungle Boogie" ]
- Jungle boogie
- Get down with the boogie
- Jungle boogie
- Get it on
- Jungle boogie
- Get down with the boogie
- Jungle boogie
- Get it on
- Jungle boogie
- Get up with the boogie
- Jungle boogie
- Get up with the get down
- Jungle boogie
- Get down and boogie
- Jungle boogie
- Shake it around
- Okay, so tell me again
about the hash bars.
- Okay, what you want to know ?
- Hash is legal there, right ?
- It's legal, but it ain't 100% legal.
You just can't walk into a restaurant,
roll a joint and start puffin' away.
I mean, they want you to smoke in
your home or certain designated places.
- Those are hash bars ?
- Yeah. It breaks down like this.
It's legal to buy it.
It's legal to own it.
And if you're the proprietor
of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it.
It's illegal to carry it,
but-but that doesn't matter,
'cause get a load of this.
If you get stopped by a cop
in Amsterdam, it's illegal
for them to search you.
- I mean, that's a right the cops
in Amsterdam don't have.
- Oh, man ! I'm goin'.
That's all there is to it.
I'm ***' goin'.
I know, baby.
You'd dig it the most.
- But you know what the funniest thing
about Europe is ?
- What ?
It's the little differences.
I mean, they got the same ***
over there that they got here,
- but it's just there,
it's a little different.
- Example.
You can walk into a movie theater
in Amsterdam and buy a beer.
And I don't mean just like no paper cup.
I'm talkin' about a glass of beer.
And in Paris, you can buy
a beer in McDonald's.
You know what they call...
a Quarter-Pounder
with Cheese in Paris ?
They don't call it
a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese ?
They got the metric system.
They wouldn't know what the ***
a Quarter-Pounder is.
- What do they call it ?
- They call it a Royale with Cheese.
- Royale with Cheese.
- That's right.
What do they call a Big Mac ?
Big Mac's a Big Mac,
but they call it Le Big Mac.
[ Imitating French Accent ]
Le Big Mac. [ Laughs ]
- What do they call a Whopper ?
- I don't know. I didn't
go into Burger King.
- You know what they put on French fries
in Holland instead of ketchup ?
- What ?
- Mayonnaise. [ Chuckles ]
- *** !
- I seen 'em do it, man.
They ***' drown 'em in that ***.
- Yuck.
We should have shotguns
for this kind of deal.
- How many up there ?
- Three or four.
- That's countin' our guy ?
- Not sure.
- So that means that it could be
up to five guys up there ?
- It's possible.
We should have
***' shotguns.
- What's her name ?
- Mia.
- Mia. How did Marsellus and her meet ?
- I don't know.
However people meet people.
She used to be a actress.
Oh, really ?
She do anything I'd have seen ?
- I think her biggest deal
was she starred in a pilot.
- Pilot ? What's a pilot ?
- Well, you know the shows on TV ?
- I don't watch TV.
Yeah, but you are aware that there
is an invention called television,
- and on this invention
they show shows, right ?
- Yeah.
The way they pick TV shows is they make
one show. That show's called a pilot.
Then they show that one show
to the people who pick shows...
and on the strength of that
one show, they decide if
they wanna make more shows.
Some get chosen and
become television programs.
Some don't, become nothin'.
She starred in one of the ones
that became nothing.
You remember
Antwan Rockamora ?
Half-black, half-Samoan.
Used to call him "Tony Rocky Horror."
- Yeah, maybe. Fat, right ?
- I wouldn't go so far as to
call the brother fat.
I mean, he got a weight problem.
What's a *** gonna do ? He's Samoan.
- I think I know who you mean.
What about him ?
- Marsellus *** him up good.
Word 'round the campfire is
it was on account of
Marsellus Wallace's wife.
[ Elevator Bell Rings ]
- So what he'd do ? *** her ?
- No, no, no, no, no. Nothin' that bad.
- Well, then what then ?
- He gave her a foot massage.
A foot massage ?
- That's it ?
- Mm-hmm.
Then what'd Marsellus do ?
Sent a couple cats over to his place.
They took him out on his patio.
Threw his *** over the balcony.
*** fell four stories.
He had a little garden down
at the bottom enclosed in glass,
like a greenhouse.
*** fell through that.
Since then, he kind of
developed a speech impediment.
- That's a damn shame.
- Hmm.
- But still, you play
with matches, you get burned.
- What do you mean ?
You don't be givin' Marsellus Wallace's
new bride a foot massage.
You don't think he overreacted ?
Antwan didn't expect Marsellus
to react the way he did,
but he had to expect a reaction.
It was a foot massage.
A foot massage is nothin'.
I give my mother a foot massage.
It's laying your hands in a familiar way
on Marsellus's new wife.
I mean, is it as bad as eatin'
her *** out ? No, but it's
the same ***' ballpark.
Whoa, stop right there.
Eatin' the *** out...
and givin' the *** a foot massage
ain't even the same *** thing.
- It's not. It's the same ballpark.
- Ain't no ***' ballpark neither.
Now, look, maybe your method
of massage differs from mine.
But touchin' his wife's feet
and sticking your tongue
in the holiest of holies...
ain't the same ***' ballpark;
it ain't the same league;
it ain't the same ***' sport.
- Foot massages don't mean *** !
- Have you ever given a foot massage ?
[ Scoffs ]
Don't be tellin' me about foot massages.
- I'm the foot ***' master.
- You given a lot of them ?
***, yeah !
Got my technique down and everything.
I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Would you give a guy
a foot massage ?
- *** you.
- [ Chuckles ]
- You give 'em a lot ?
- *** you.
- You know, I'm kind of tired.
I could use a foot massage.
- Yo, yo, yo, man.
You best back off.
I'm gettin' a little pissed here.
- This is the door.
- Yeah, it is.
What time you got ?
7:22 in the a.m.
No, it ain't quite time yet.
Come on. Let's hang back.
Look, just 'cause I wouldn't give no man
a foot massage don't make it right...
for Marsellus to throw
Antwan off a building into
a glass ***' house,
***' up the way the *** talks;
that *** ain't right.
*** do that *** to me,
he better paralyze my ***,
'cause I kill the ***.
I ain't sayin' it's right,
but you sayin' a massage don't mean
nothin'. I'm sayin' it does.
Now, look, I've given a million
ladies a million foot massages,
and they all meant somethin'.
We act like they don't,
but they do. That's what's
so ***' cool about them.
There's a sensuous thing goin' on...
where you don't talk about it,
but you know it and she knows it.
***' Marsellus knew it. And Antwan
should've ***' better known better.
That's his ***' wife, man.
This ain't a man with a sense
of humor about this ***.
You know what I'm sayin' ?
It's an interestin' point.
Come on.
Let's get into character.
- What's her name again ?
- Mia.
- Mia.
- Why you so interested
in big man's wife ?
He's goin' out of town, 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 gonna be takin'
Mia Wallace out on a date ?
It is not a date.
It's just like if you were
gonna take your buddy's wife
to a movie or somethin'.
- It's just good company, that's all.
- [ Sighs ]
- It's not a date.
It's definitely not a date.
- [ Sighs ]
Hey, kids.
How you boys doin' ?
Hey, keep chillin'.
You know who we are ?
We're associates of your
business partner, Marsellus Wallace.
You do remember
your business partner, don't you ?
Now, let me take
a wild guess here.
- You're Brett, right ?
- Yeah.
I thought so. You remember
your business partner Marsellus Wallace,
don't ya, Brett ?
Yeah, I remember.
Good. Looks like me and Vincent
caught you boys at breakfast.
Sorry about that.
Whatcha havin' ?
Hamburgers.
Hamburgers ! The cornerstone
of any nutritious breakfast.
What kind of hamburgers ?
- Uh, ch-cheeseburgers.
- No, no, no.
Where'd you get 'em ?
McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-Box ?
- Where ?
- Uh, Big Kahuna Burger.
Big Kahuna Burger !
That's that Hawaiian burger joint.
I hear they got some tasty burgers.
I ain't never had one myself.
How are they ?
They're-- They're good.
You mind if I try
one of yours ?
- This is yours here, right ?
- Yeah.
Mmmm.
This is a tasty burger !
Vincent !
You ever had
a Big Kahuna burger ?
Want a bite ?
They're real tasty.
- I ain't hungry.
- Well, if you like burgers,
give 'em a try sometime.
Me, I can't usually get 'em
'cause my girlfriend's a vegetarian,
which pretty much makes me
a vegetarian.
But I do love the taste
of a good burger. Mmmm.
You know what they call
a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese
in France ?
- No.
- Tell 'em, Vincent.
- A Royale with Cheese.
- A Royale with Cheese.
You know why they call it that ?
Uh, because of
the metric system ?
Check out the big brain
on Brett !
You're a smart ***.
That's right. The metric system.
- What's in this ?
- Sprite.
Sprite. Good.
You mind if I have some of your
tasty beverage to wash this down with ?
Go right ahead.
[ Slurping, Sighs ]
That hit the spot.
You. Flock of Seagulls.
You know why we're here ?
- Why don't you tell my man
Vince here where you got the *** hid.
- It's over--
I don't remember askin' you
a *** thing !
You were sayin' ?
It's in the cupboard.
N-No, the one
by your kn-knees.
[ Pans Rattling ]
[ Rattling Continues ]
[ Hit Man ]
We happy ?
Vincent ?
- We happy ?
- Yeah, we happy.
[ Sighs ]
[ Brett ] Look, I'm sorry, uh, l--
I didn't get your name.
I got yours. Vincent. Right ?
B-But I never got yours.
- My name's Pitt, and your ***
ain't talkin' your way outta this ***.
- No, no, no.
I just want you
to know how--
I just want you to know how sorry we are
th-that things got so *** up...
with us and Mr. Wallace.
W-We got into this thing with
the best intentions. Really. I never--
Oh, I'm sorry,
did I break your concentration ?
- [ Gasping ]
- I didn't mean to do that. Please.
Continue. You were saying something
about "best intentions."
What's the matter ?
Oh, you were finished !
Oh, well, allow me to retort.
What does Marsellus Wallace
look like ?
What ?
- What country you from ?
- What ?
- "What" ain't no country I ever
heard of. They speak English in What ?
- W-What ?
- English, *** !
Do you speak it ?
- Yes !
- Then you know what I'm sayin' !
- Yes.
Describe what Marsellus Wallace
looks like !
- What ? l--
- Say "what" again !
Say "what" again ! I dare ya !
I double dare you, *** !
- Say "what" one more *** time !
- H-H-He's black.
- Go on !
- He's bald !
- Does he look like a *** ?
- What ?
- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Screaming ]
Does he look... Iike a *** ?
- No !
- Then why you tryin'
to *** him like a *** ?
- I didn't.
- Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett !
- You tried to *** him.
- [ Gasping ] No, no.
But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be
*** by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
- You read the Bible, Brett ?
- Yes !
Well, 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 truly
his brother's keeper...
and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance...
and furious anger...
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 !"
[ Screams ]
[ "Let's Stay Together" ]
[ Man ]
I think you gonna find...
when all this ***
is over and done--
I think you're gonna find yourself
one smilin' ***.
The thing is, Butch,
right now...
you got ability.
But painful as it may be,
ability... don't last.
And your days are just about over.
Now, that's a hard
***' fact of life.
But that's a fact of life your ***
is gonna have to get realistic about.
You see, 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 anyway ?
Hmm ?
Two ?
Boxers don't have
an old-timers' day.
You came close,
but you never made it.
And if you were gonna make it,
you would have made it before now.
[ Music Continues ]
You my *** ?
Certainly appears so.
[ Chuckles ]
The night of the fight,
you may feel a slight sting.
That's pride ***' with you.
*** pride !
Pride only hurts.
It never helps.
You fight through that ***.
'Cause a year from now,
when you kickin' it in the Caribbean,
you gonna say to yourself,
"Marsellus Wallace was right."
[ Chuckles ]
I got no problem
with that, Mr. Wallace.
In the fifth,
your *** goes down.
Say it.
In the fifth,
my *** goes down.
Yo, Vincent Vega.
Our man in Amsterdam.
Jules Winfield, our man in lnglewood.
Get your *** on in here.
- ***, ***,
what's up with them clothes ?
- You don't even want to know.
Where's the big man ?
The big man's right over there
takin' care of some business.
Why don't you hang back a second or two.
You see the white boy leave, go on over.
[ Vincent ]
How ya been ?
- I been doin' pretty good.
How 'bout yourself ?
- All right.
So I hear you're
takin' Mia out tomorrow.
At Marsellus's request.
- Have you met Mia ?
- Not yet.
- [ Chuckles ]
- What's so ***' funny ?
- Not a *** thing.
- I got to ***.
Look, I'm not a ***' idiot,
all right ? It's the big man's wife.
I'm gonna sit across from her,
chew my food with my mouth closed,
Iaugh at her ***' jokes,
and that's it.
Hey, my name's Paul,
and this ***'s between y'all.
Then what'd you ***'
ask me about it for ?
[ Whispers ]
***.
- Gimme a pack of Red Apples.
- Filters ?
No.
- You lookin' at somethin', friend ?
- You ain't my friend, palooka.
-What was that ?
-I think you heard me just fine, punchy.
Vincent Vega's in the house ?
My ***,
get your *** over here.
- What's up ?
- Man, I'm really sorry.
You shouldn't worry about it.
Pack of Red Apples. $1.40.
And some matches.
Thanks.
[ Woman ] It's as if it turns every part
of your body into the tip of a ***.
- Whoa.
- I'll lend it to you.
It's a great book on piercing.
That gun to pierce your ears,
they don't use that to pierce
your nipples, do they ?
Forget that gun. That guns goes against
the entire idea behind piercing.
All my piercing, 18 places on my body,
every one of 'em done with a needle.
Five in each ear, one through
the *** of my left breast,
two in my right nostril,
one in my left eyebrow,
one in my belly,
one in my lip, one in my ***,
- and I wear a stud in my tongue.
- [ Vincent ] Excuse me.
I was just curious,
but, um... why would you wear
a stud in your tongue ?
Sex thing.
Helps ***.
Vincenzo.
Step in my office.
This is Panda from Mexico.
Very good stuff.
Now, that's Bava.
Different, but equally good.
And that is Choco
from the Harz Mountains of Germany.
Now, the first two are the same.
300 a gram. Those are friend prices.
But this one
is a little more expensive.
This is 500 a gram.
But, when you shoot it, you will know
where that extra money went.
There's nothing wrong with these two.
This is real, real, real good ***.
But this one
is a ***' madman.
Remember, I just got back
from Amsterdam.
Am I a *** ?
Are we in lnglewood ? No.
You're in my home. Now, white people
who know the difference...
between good *** and bad ***,
this is the house they come to.
Now, my ***, I'll take the Pepsi
Challenge with that Amsterdam ***...
- any old day of the ***' week.
- That's a bold statement.
This ain't Amsterdam, Vince.
This is a seller's market.
Coke is ***' dead
as... dead.
***, it's comin' back
in a big ***' way.
- All right.
Gimme three grams of madman.
- Okay.
Now, if it's as good as you say it is,
I'll come back and buy another thousand.
I just hope that I still
have some left for ya,
but I'm givin' you some
out of my own private stash.
That is what a nice guy I am.
- I'm outta balloons.
Is a baggie all right ?
- Yeah, that's cool.
All right.
I'll just get one for ya.
Honey, will you get me some baggies
and, uh, twistix from the kitchen ?
[ Woman ]
Okay.
Hey, uh, what do you think about Trudi ?
She ain't got a boyfriend.
- You wanna hang out and get high ?
- Which one's Trudi ?
-The one with all the *** in her face ?
-No, that's Jody.
That's my wife.
- [ Chuckles ] I'm sorry, man.
- Thank you.
- No, I can't. I gotta be someplace.
- All right, no problemo.
- I'll take a rain check.
- [ Knocking ]
- Oh.
- Thank you, Jody.
Still got your Malibu ?
Oh, man, you know what some ***
did the other day ?
- What ?
- ***' keyed it.
- Oh, man, that's *** up.
- Tell me about it.
I had it in storage
for three years.
It was out five days, and some
dickless piece of *** *** with it.
They should be ***' killed,
man. No trial, no jury,
straight to execution.
I wish I could've caught him
doin' it. I'd have given
anything to catch that ***.
- It'd been worth him doin' it
just so I could've caught him.
- What a *** !
What's more chicken-***
than ***' with a man's automobile ?
- Don't *** with another man's vehicle.
- You don't do it.
- It's just against the rules.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- Mind if I shoot up here ?
- Hey, mi casa es su casa.
Muchas gracias.
[ "Bullwinkle Part ll" ]
[ Car Door Closing ]
[ Mia's Voice ] Hi, Vincent.
I'm getting dressed. The door's open.
Come inside and make yourself
a drink. Mia.
[ "Son Of A Preacher Man" ]
Hello ?
Billy Raye was a preacher's son
and when his daddy would visit
he'd come along
Vincent.
[ Intercom ]
Vincent.
I'm on the intercom.
Where is--
Where is the intercom ?
It's on the wall
by the two African fellows.
To your right.
Warm.
Warmer.
Disco.
Hello ?
Push the button
if you want to talk.
Hello ?
Go make yourself a drink, and I'll
be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail.
The bar's by the fireplace.
Okay.
When he started
sweet talkin' to me
He come and tell me
everything is all right
He'd kiss me and tell me
everything is all right
Can I get away
again tonight
The only one who could
ever reach me
Was the son
of a preacher man
The only boy
who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes, he was
He was
- Lord he knows he was
- Yes he was
How will I remember
The look was in his eyes
Stealing kisses from me
on the sly
Taking time to make time
Telling me that
he's all mine
- Learning from each other's knowin'
- [ Sniffing ]
Looking to see
how much we've grown
And the only one
who could ever reach me
Was the son
of a preacher man
The only boy
who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes, he was
- Was, was
- He was
- Oh, yes he was
- [ Music Stops ]
Let's go.
What the *** is this place ?
This is Jackrabbit Slim's.
- An Elvis man should love it.
- [ Sighs ]
- Come on, Mia. Let's go get a steak.
- You can get a steak here, daddy-o.
Don't be a--
Oh, after you, kitty-cat.
[ People Chattering ]
[ People Cheering ]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Now, how may I help you ?
- There's a reservation under Wallace.
- Wallace ?
- [ "Waitin' ln School" ]
- We reserved a car.
Oh, a car. Why don't you seat 'em
over there in the Chrysler.
School get out, baby
Gonna tell you some news
Sure do look good
in them baby doll shoes
One, two, buckle the shoes
Three, four, get out on the floor
Five, six, come get your kicks down at
the corner of Lincoln and 46th, yeah
All right
I've been waitin' in school
all day long
Waiting on the bell to ring
so I can go home
Throw my books on the table
Pick up the telephone
- Come on, baby
- [ Man ] Coffee, please ? Decaf.
- [ Marilyn ] Just a minute.
- Heading down to the drugstore
to get a soda pop
Throw a nickel in the jukebox
Then we start to rock
School's out, baby
Gonna tell you some news
You sure do look good
in them baby doll shoes
Well, it's one, two
Buckle the shoes
Three, four
Get out on the floor
Five, six, come get your kicks
down at the corner of Lincoln and 46th
[ Chattering ]
Gonna rock all night
Just wait and see
[ Man ]
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky !
[ Ed Sullivan lmpersonator ]
Let's hear it for Ricky Nelson !
- Fantastic job, Rick.
Thank you very much.
- Vincent !
[ Sullivan ] Just to let you
all know, Ricky will be back
in the second half of our show,
so we hope you enjoy your meals
here at Jackrabbit Slim's.
Thank you.
Call for...
- Phil-lip Mor-ris.
- What do you think ?
I think it's like
a wax museum with a pulse.
Hi, I'm Buddy.
What can I get you ?
[ "Lonesome Town" ]
Let's see, steak, steak, steak. Oh,
yeah, I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
- I'll have that.
- How do you want that cooked ?
- Burned to a crisp or bloody as hell ?
- Bloody as hell, and--
Oh, yeah, look at this--
vanilla Coke.
What about you, Peggy Sue ?
I'll have the...
Durward Kirby burger, bloody.
And... a five-dollar shake.
How do you want that shake,
Martin and Lewis, or Amos 'n Andy ?
- Martin and Lewis.
- Did you just order
a five-dollar shake ?
Mm-hmm.
That's a shake ?
That's milk and ice cream ?
- Last I heard.
- That's five dollars ? You don't
put bourbon in it or nothin' ?
- No.
- Just checking.
I'll be right back
with your drinks.
[ Jukebox ]
To Lonesome Town
To cry my troubles away
Could you, um...
roll me one of those, cowboy ?
You can have this one, cowgirl.
- Thanks.
- [ Ignites Lighter ]
The streets are filled
with regret
Think nothin' of it.
Lay me down
in Lonesome Town
- I can learn to forget
- So...
Marsellus said
you just got back from Amsterdam.
- Sure did.
- How long were you there ?
[ Inhales ]
Just over three years.
I go there about once a year
to chill out for a month.
No kiddin' ?
I didn't know that.
Why would you ?
[ "Ace Of Spades" ]
I heard you did a pilot.
- That was my 15 minutes.
- What was it ?
It was a show about a team of female
secret agents called Fox Force Five.
- What ?
- Fox Force Five.
Fox, as in were a bunch
of foxy chicks.
Force, as in we're a force
to be reckoned with.
And five, as in there's
one-two-three-four-five of us.
There was a blond one,
Sommerset O'Neal. She was the leader.
The Japanese fox
was a kung fu master.
The black girl
was a demolition expert.
French fox's speciality was sex.
- What was your speciality ?
- Knives.
The character I played,
Raven McCoy,
her background was she grew up
raised by circus performers.
According to the show,
she was the deadliest woman
in the world with a knife.
And she knew
a zillion old jokes.
Her grandfather,
an old vaudevillian, taught her.
And if we would have got picked up,
they would've worked in a gimmick...
where every show
I would've told another joke.
You know any of them old jokes ?
Well, I only got the chance to say one
'cause we only did one show.
- Tell me.
- It's corny.
Don't be that way.
Tell me.
- No, you wouldn't like it,
and I'd be embarrassed.
- You'd be embarr--
You told 50 million people,
and you can't tell me ?
- I promise I won't laugh.
- That's what I'm afraid of, Vince.
That's not what I meant.
You know it.
Now I'm definitely not gonna tell you
'cause it's been built up too much.
What a gyp.
[ Sighs ]
Martin and Lewis.
Vanilla Coke.
Mmm. Yummy.
You think I could
have a sip of that ?
Be my guest.
I gotta know what
a five-dollar shake tastes like.
- You can use my straw.
I don't have cooties.
- Yeah, but maybe I do.
Cooties I can handle.
All right.
***, that's a pretty
***' good milkshake !
-Told ya.
-I don't know if it was worth $5,
but it's pretty ***' good.
[ Music Continues ]
- Don't you hate that ?
- Hate what ?
Uncomfortable silences.
Why do we feel it's necessary
to yak about ***
in order to be comfortable ?
I don't know.
That's a good question.
That's when you know
you found somebody really special.
When you can just shut the *** up for
a minute and comfortably share silence.
Well, I don't think we're quite
there yet, but don't feel bad.
We just met each other.
I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom
and powder my nose.
You sit here...
and think of something to say.
I'll do that.
Okay.
[ Wolf Whistle ]
[ People Applauding ]
[ Sniffing ]
I said *** !
*** !
***.
[ Woman ]
I need some hair spray.
[ "Since I First Met You" ]
Mmmm.
Don't you just love it when you
come back from the bathroom to
find your food waiting for you ?
We're lucky
we got anything at all.
I don't think Buddy Holly's
much of a waiter.
Maybe we should've sat
in Marilyn Monroe's section.
- Which one ? There's two Monroes.
- No, there's not.
That is Marilyn Monroe.
That is Mamie Van Doren.
I don't see Jayne Mansfield,
so she must have the night off.
- Pretty smart.
- Yeah. I got my moments.
- So did you think of somethin' to say ?
- Actually, I did.
However...
you seem like
a really nice person, and l--
- I don't want to offend you.
- Oooh.
This doesn't sound like
the usual, mindless, boring,
gettin'-to-know-you chitchat.
This sounds like you
actually have somethin' to say.
Well, well, I do. I do.
- [ Inhales ] But you have
to promise not to be offended.
- No, no.
You can't promise somethin' like that.
I have no idea what you're gonna ask me.
You can ask me what you're gonna
ask me, and my natural response
could be to get offended.
Then, through no fault of my own,
I would have broken my promise.
- Let's just forget it.
- That's an impossibility.
Trying to forget anything
as intriguing as this would be
an exercise in futility.
- Is that a fact ?
- And besides,
- isn't it more, uh, exciting
when you don't have permission ?
- All right, all right.
Well, here goes.
What did you think about
what happened to Antwan ?
- Who's Antwan ?
- Tony Rocky Horror. You know him.
- He fell out of a window.
- Hmm. Hmm.
Well, that is one way to say it.
Another way to say it would be
that he was thrown out.
Another way would be
he was thrown out by Marsellus.
Yet even another way is to say
he was thrown out of a window
by Marsellus because of you.
- Is that a fact ?
- No.
No, it's not a fact. It's just what
I heard. That's just what I heard.
- Who told you ?
- They.
"They" talk a lot, don't they ?
[ Chuckles ]
They certainly do.
They certainly do.
- Don't be shy, Vincent.
What else did "they" say ?
- I'm-- I'm not shy.
- Um--
- Did it involve the "F" word ?
No, no, no, no, no.
They just said that Antwan
had given you a foot massage.
- And ?
- And-- And nothin'.
That's it.
You heard Marsellus...
threw Tony Rocky Horror
out of a fourth-story window
for giving me a foot massage ?
- Mm-hmm.
- And you believe that ?
[ Chuckles ] Well, at the time
I was told it sounded reasonable.
Marsellus throwing Tony out
of a fourth-story window...
for massaging my feet
seemed reasonable ?
No, it seemed excessive,
but that doesn't mean it didn't happen.
I understand that Marsellus
is very protective of you.
A husband being protective
of his wife is one thing.
A husband almost killing
another man for touching
his wife's feet is something else.
But did it happen ?
Only thing Antwan ever touched
of mine was my hand when he
shook it... at my wedding.
Really ?
Truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus
threw Tony out that window...
except Marsellus and Tony.
When you little scamps get together,
you're worse than a sewing circle.
Ladies and gentlemen. Now the moment
you've all been waiting for.
The world-famous
Jackrabbit Slim's twist contest.
[ Applause ]
Now, this is where
one lucky couple...
will win this handsome trophy
that Marilyn here is holding.
Now, who will be
our first contestants ?
- Right here !
- [ Man ] All right !
- I wanna dance.
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no. I do believe
Marsellus, my husband, your boss,
told you to take me out
and do whatever I wanted.
Now I wanna dance;
I wanna win; I want that trophy.
- So dance good.
- All right. You asked for it.
- So dance good.
- All right. You asked for it.
Let's hear it
for our first contestants.
Now let's meet our first
contestants here this evening.
Young lady, what is your name ?
Mrs. Mia Wallace.
And how 'bout your fella here ?
Vincent Vega.
All right, let's see what you can do.
Take it away !
- [ Woman ] Go for it.
- [ Man ] Come on !
[ "You Never Can Tell" ]
It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur
and madame have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
with a two-room Roebucks sale
The 'coolerador was crammed
with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
the little money comin'
worked out well
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono
and boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
the rapid tempo of the music fell
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
did truly love the mademoiselle
[ Sighs ]
[ Alarm Faintly Beeping ]
[ Beeping Stops ]
[ Both Laughing ]
Is that what you call
an uncomfortable silence ?
I don't know
what you call that.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Drinks ! Music !
I'm gonna take a ***.
That's a little bit more information
than I needed, but go right ahead.
Girl
Bomp, bomp, bom
You'll be a woman soon
I love you so much
Can't count all the ways
I'd die for you, girl
and all they can say is
[ Singing With Tape ]
He's not your kind
You never get tired of putting me down
and I never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them
make up your mind
Don't you know, girl
You'll be a woman soon
One drink, and that's it.
Don't be rude.
Drink your drink, but do it quickly.
Say good night...
and go home.
You'll be a woman soon
Soon
You'll be a woman
I've been misunderstood
for all of my life
But what they're sayin', girl
it cuts like a knife
The boy's no good
Well, I've finally have found
what I been lookin' for
But if they get a chance
they'll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby, I've done
all I could
[ Sighs ] You see, this is
a moral test of oneself.
Whether or not
you can maintain loyalty.
Because... being loyal
is very important.
You never get tired of putting me down
and I never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them
make up your mind
Don't you know, girl
You'll be a woman soon
Please
Come take my hand
Girl
You'll be a woman soon
Please
Come take my hand
- Hello.
- Girl
So, you're gonna go out there
and you're gonna 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 you gonna do.
Now it's up to you, girl
You'll be a woman soon
- Please
- [ Sniffing ]
Come take my hand
- Girl
- [ Moans ]
- You'll be a woman soon
- [ Breathing Heavily ]
Soon
You'll be a woman
[ Bathroom Door Opens ]
All right, Mia.
So listen, I gotta go,
all right ?
Oh, Jesus *** Christ.
You fu--
Oh, Jesus Christ !
Oh, *** me.
*** me !
Oh-- Come on, girl. We're gettin'
outta here. We gotta walk now.
[ Tires Screeching ]
Don't ***' die on me, Mia !
*** !
[ Dialing ]
Answer.
- [ Telephone Ringing ]
- [ Man On Television ]
Have you got the ring ?
- Why, certainly.
- Join hands, you two lovebirds.
- [ Ringing Continues ]
- [ Woman ] Please ! Please !
Yes, yes.
Hold hands, you lovebirds.
- [ Ringing Continues ]
- [ People On Television
Yelling, Shouting ]
[ Ringing ]
*** you, Lance !
Answer !
- [ Ringing Continues ]
- [ Yelling, Shouting Continue ]
[ Woman ]
Now what do you say ?
[ Man ] I give up !
I'll marry you !
- [ Ringing Continues ]
- [ Jody ] Lance !
The *** phone's ringing !
I can hear it.
I thought you told those
***' *** never to
call here this late !
Yeah, I told them.
And that is exactly what I'm going
to tell this *** *** right now.
- [ Woman On Television ]
Don't you dare strike me !
- Hello.
Lance ! Vincent.
I'm in big ***' trouble, man.
I'm coming to your house.
W-Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man.
W-What's the problem ?
- I got this chick,
she's ***' O.D.in' on me !
- Well, don't bring her here !
I'm not even joking with you !
Do not be bringing some
***-up pooh-bah to my house !
- No choice.
- Wh-- She's O.D.in' ?
- She's ***' dyin' on me, man !
- [ Man On TV ] Just dandy.
Okay, then you bite
the ***' bullet, take her
to a hospital and call a lawyer.
- Negative !
- This is not my ***' problem, man !
You *** her up,
you ***' deal with this !
Uh, are you talkin' to me
on a cellular phone ?
I don't know you.
Who is this ? Don't come here !
I'm hanging up the phone !
Prank caller ! Prank caller !
[ Tires Screeching,
Engine Racing ]
- [ Loud Crash ]
- [ Jody ] What the hell was that ?
Have you lost
your *** mind ?
- You were talking about drug
*** on a cellular phone !
- Lance, help me.
- You crashed your car
into my *** house !
- Grab her feet.
Are you deaf ? You are not bringing
this ***-up *** into my house !
This "***-up ***"
is Marsellus Wallace's wife.
- Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is ?
- Yeah.
If she croaks on me,
I am a *** grease spot !
I will be forced to tell him
that you did not help and
let her die on your lawn.
Now, come on. Help me, help me.
Pick her up.
- ***.
- [ Grunts ]
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 thing
with the adrenalin shot.
- What's wrong with her ?
- She's O.D.ing !
- Get her outta here !
- [ Together ] Get the shot !
- *** you ! *** you too !
- What a ***' ***.
Just keep talking to her,
all right ?
She's gettin' the shot. I'm going
to go get my little black medical book.
What the *** you need
a medical book for ?
I've never had to give
an adrenalin shot before !
I don't go joy-poppin'
with bubble-gummers !
My friends can handle their highs !
- Get the shot !
- I am, if you'll let me !
- I ain't stopping you !
- Stop talking to me.
Start talking to her !
- Get the shot !
- All right !
- [ Vincent ]
Hurry up. We're losing her !
- I'm looking as fast as I can !
[ Jody ]
What's he looking for ?
- [ Vincent ]
I don't know. Some book.
- What are you looking for ?
- A little black medical book.
- What are you looking for ?
My little black medical book ! It's
like a textbook they give to nurses.
- I never saw no medical book.
- Trust me. I have one.
- If it's so important,
why don't you keep it with the shot ?
- I don't know !
- Stop bothering me !
- While you're looking, that girl's
gonna die on our carpet.
You're never gonna find
anything in this mess !
- I'm gonna *** kill you
if you don't shut up !
- Lance, get in here !
- Right ? Pig.
- Get the *** outta my way.
- Quit ***' around
and give her the shot.
- While I'm doing this,
you take off her shirt
and find her heart.
- Does it gotta be exact ?
- We're giving her a shot in the heart,
so it's gotta be exact.
I don't know exactly where her heart is.
I think it's right here.
- That's it.
- All right, what I need is
a big, fat magic marker.
- You got it ?
- What ?
A magic marker.
A felt pen !
A ***' black magic marker !
Christ.
- Come on, man. Hurry up !
- *** ! Okay, okay.
Okay. I think it's ready.
- Hurry up, man.
- I'll tell you what to do.
- You're gonna give her the shot.
- No, you're gonna give her the shot.
- I ain't giving her the shot.
I never done this before.
- I never done this either !
I ain't starting now !
You brought her here.
You give her the shot.
The day I bring an O.D.ing ***
to your house, then I give her the shot.
Give it to me.
Give me that.
All right, tell me what to do.
Okay, you're giving her an injection
of adrenalin straight to her heart.
- But she's got a breastplate--
You gotta pierce through that.
- [ Thumping ]
You gotta bring the needle
down in a stabbing motion.
- I gotta-- I gotta
stab her three times ?
- No, just stab her once !
But it's gotta be hard enough to get
through her breastplate into her heart.
Once you do that,
you p-press down on the p-plunger.
- Okay. Then what happens ?
- Kinda curious about that myself.
This ain't no ***' joke !
Am I gonna kill her ?
- She's supposed to come out
of it like that. It's--
- All right, count to three.
- All right. Ready ?
- One.
[ Vincent Panting ]
Two.
Three !
- [ Loud Thump ]
- [ Gasps, Screams ]
[ Gasping Continues ]
[ Coughs, Gasps ]
If you're all right,
then say something.
Something.
[ Chuckles ]
That was ***' trippy.
[ Chuckles ]
- Ohh.
- Oh, man.
[ Car Pulls Up ]
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
- [ Engine Stops ]
- [ Door Opens, Closes ]
Mia. Mia.
What's--
What's your thoughts on-- on--
on how to handle this ?
What's yours ?
Well, I'm of the opinion
that if Marsellus lived his whole life,
he doesn't need to know
nothing about this incident.
If Marsellus knew
about this incident,
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, if you'll excuse me, I'm going
to go home and have a heart attack.
Vincent.
Do you wanna hear
my Fox Force Five joke ?
Sure.
Except I think I'm still
a little too petrified to laugh.
No, you won't laugh
'cause it's not funny.
But if you still wanna hear it,
I'll tell it.
- I can't wait.
- Okay.
Three tomatoes
are walkin' down the street.
Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato
and Baby Tomato.
Baby Tomato starts lagging behind,
and Papa Tomato gets really angry.
Goes back and squishes him
and says,
"Ketchup."
[ Weak Chuckle ]
Ketchup.
See you around.
[ Dog Barking ]
Oh, that Paddlefoot.
He funny, silly dog.
He think totem pole alive !
[ Giggling ]
He arctic tenderfoot !
[ Laughing ]
That totem pole been here forever !
- [ Woman ] Butch ?
- [ Paddlefoot Barking ]
[ Man On Television ]
One more thing, and we'll start for--
- Butch, stop watching TV for a second.
- Yeah ?
- You've got a special visitor.
- [ TV ] Stand up. Stand up.
Now, do you remember when I told you
your daddy died in a P.O.W. camp ?
Well, this here is Captain Koons.
He was in the P.O.W. camp
with Daddy.
Hello, little man.
Boy, I sure heard
a bunch about you.
See, I was a good friend
of your dad's.
We were in that Hanoi
pit of hell together...
over five years.
Hopefully...
you'll never have to
experience this yourself,
but when two men are in a situation
like me and your dad were...
for as long as we were,
you take on certain responsibilities
of the other.
If it'd been me who'd--
not made it,
Major Coolidge'd be talking right now
to my son Jim.
But the way it turned out,
I'm talking to you.
Butch...
I got something for ya.
This watch I got here...
was first purchased
by your great-grandfather
during the first World War.
It was bought in a little general store
in Knoxville, Tennessee.
Made by the first company
to ever make wristwatches.
Up 'til then, people just
carried pocket watches.
It was bought
by Private Doughboy Erine Coolidge...
on the day he set sail for Paris.
This was your
great-grandfather's war watch,
and he wore it every day
he was in that war, and...
when he'd done his duty,
he went home to your great-grandmother,
took the watch off,
put it in an old coffee can,
and in that can it stayed...
until your granddad, Dane Coolidge,
was called upon by his country...
to go overseas and fight
the Germans once again.
This time they called it
World War ll.
Your great-grandfather gave this watch
to your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck
wasn't as good as his old man's.
Dane was a Marine,
and he was killed...
along with all the other Marines
at the battle of Wake lsland.
Your granddad was facing death.
He knew it.
None of those boys ever
had any illusions about
leaving that island alive,
so three days before the Japanese
took the island,
your granddad asked
a gunner on an Air Force transport,
name of Winocki--
a man he'd never met before
in his life--
to deliver to his infant son,
who he'd never seen in the flesh,
his gold watch.
Three days later, your granddad
was dead, but Winocki kept his word.
After the war was over,
he paid a visit to your grandmother,
delivering to your infant father
his dad's gold watch.
This watch.
This watch was on your daddy's wrist
when he was shot down over Hanoi.
He was captured,
put in a Vietnamese prison camp.
He knew if the ***
ever saw the watch,
it'd be confiscated,
taken away.
The way your dad looked at it,
this watch was your birthright.
He'd be damned if any slope's
gonna put their greasy, yellow
hands on his boy's birthright,
so he hid it in one place he knew
he could hide something-- his ***.
Five long years
he wore this watch up his ***.
Then he died of dysentery--
He give me the watch.
I hid this uncomfortable
hunk of metal up my *** two years.
Then...
after seven years,
I was sent home to my family and...
now...
Iittle man,
I give the watch to you.
- [ Bell Rings ]
- [ Gasps ]
[ Crowd Cheering ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Cheering Continues ]
It's time, Butch.
[ Exhaling ]
[ Ring Announcer ]
ln the heavyweight division,
- in the right corner
wearing the blue trunks,
- [ Grunts ]
weighing 210 pounds,
Floyd Ray Wilson !
- [ Crowd Cheering, Yelling ]
- [ Bell Rings ]
[ Announcer ]
It's official. It's official.
- Wilson is dead !
- [ Announcer #2 ] Well, Dan,
that had to be the bloodiest,
hands down, the most brutal fight
this city's ever seen.
Coolidge was out of there
faster than I've ever seen
a victorious boxer leave the ring.
- Do you think he knew Wilson was dead ?
- My guess would be yes.
I could see the frenzy in his
eyes give way to the realization
of what he was doing.
- I think any man would've
left the ring that fast.
- Do you feel this tragedy...
is gonna affect
the world of boxing ?
A tragedy like this can't help
but shake the world of boxing
to its very foundations.
It's of paramount importance,
during the sad weeks ahead,
the eyes of the W.B.A. remain--
[ Crowd Cheering,
Yelling Continues ]
- [ Engine Starts ]
- [ Tires Screeching ]
[ Horn Honking ]
[ Man ]
Man, you know I didn't--
- Marsellus.
- No, it wasn't. I didn't do it.
I didn't do it.
- How you doing ?
- Great.
I never thanked you
for dinner.
- What you got ?
- He booked.
- His trainer ?
- Says he don't know nothin'.
I believe him.
- I think Butch surprised
his *** same as us.
- No, we don't wanna "think."
We wanna know. Take him to
the kennel, sic the dogs on his ***.
We'll find out for *** sure
what he knows and what he don't.
Butch's search--
How do you want it done ?
I'm prepared to scour the Earth
for that ***.
If Butch goes to lndochina, I want
a *** hiding in a bowl of rice...
ready to pop a cap in his ***.
I will take care of it.
Mister.
- Hey, mister.
- What ?
You were in that fight,
the fight on the radio.
- You're the fighter ?
- Whatever 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 dead.
Sorry about that, Floyd.
What does it feel like ?
What does what feel like ?
Killing a man.
Beating another man to death
with your bare hands.
What are you, a weirdo ?
No.
It is a subject
I have much interest in.
You are the first person
I have ever met who has killed somebody.
So ?
- What does it feel like to kill a man ?
- [ Sniffs ]
I'll tell you what.
Give me one of them cigarettes
you got up there, and I'll
tell you all about it.
So, Esmarelda...
Villa Lobos--
Is that Mexican ?
The name is Spanish,
but I am Colombian.
- That's some handle
you got there, honey.
- Thank you.
And what is your name ?
Butch.
Butch.
- What does it mean ?
- I'm an American, honey.
Our names don't mean ***.
So, moving right along,
Esmarelda,
what is it you want to know ?
- I want to know what it
feels like to kill a man.
- I couldn't tell ya.
Didn't know he was dead
'til you told me he was dead.
Now that I know he's dead,
you wanna know how I feel about it ?
I don't feel
the least bit bad about it.
What the ***'d I tell ya ?
Huh ?
As soon as the word got out
the fix was in, man, the odds
went through the roof.
I know. I know.
Unbelievable.
Hey, *** him, Scotty. If he was
a better boxer, he'd still be alive.
If he never
laced up his gloves,
which he never shoulda done in the first
***' place, he'd still be alive.
[ Hawks, Spits ]
Yeah, well, who gives a *** ?
It's over now.
Yeah, well, enough about the poor,
unfortunate Mr. Floyd.
Let's talk about the rich
and prosperous Mr. Butch.
How many bookies did you
lay it around on ?
All eight ?
How long to collect ?
So you'll have it all
by tomorrow night ? No, I understand.
A few stragglers aside.
Oh, ***, Scotty, that is good news.
That is great news, man.
Yeah. Mm-hmm. No, me and Fabienne
are gonna leave in the morning.
It'll probably take us
a couple days to get down to Knoxville.
Okay, my brother.
[ Laughing ]
You're right.
You're *** right.
All right, Scotty, next time I see you,
it'll be on Tennessee time.
Cool, brother.
$45.60.
And, uh,
here's a little something
for the effort.
Now, if anybody asks you who your fare
was tonight, what are you gonna say ?
The truth.
Three well-dressed,
slightly toasted Mexicans.
Bonsoir,
Esmarelda Villa Lobos.
Buenas Noches, Butch.
Whew.
Keep the light off.
- Is that better, Sugar Pop ?
- Oui.
- [ Siren Wailing ln Distance ]
- [ Dog Barking ]
Hard day at the office ?
Pretty hard.
Got in a fight.
Poor baby.
Can you make spoons ?
You know what ?
I was thinkin' about takin' a shower.
- I'm stinkin' like a dog over here.
- I like the way you stink.
Let me take this jacket off.
- I was looking at myself in the mirror.
- Uh-huh.
I wish I had a pot.
You were looking
at yourself in the mirror,
and you wish you had some pot ?
A pot. [ Giggles ]
A pot belly.
Pot bellies are sexy.
Well, you should be happy,
[ Grunts ]
'cause you have one.
Shut up, fatso.
I don't have a pot.
I have a bit of a tummy,
like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star."
It's not the same thing.
I didn't know there was
such a difference between
a pot belly and a tummy.
The difference is huge.
[ Kissing ]
Would you like it if I had a pot belly ?
No.
Pot bellies make a man
look either oafish or like a gorilla.
But on a woman
a pot belly's very sexy.
The rest of you is normal-- normal face,
normal legs, normal hips, normal ***--
but with a big,
perfectly round pot belly.
If I had one, I'd wear a T-shirt
two sizes too small...
to accentuate it.
You think men
would find that attractive ?
I don't give a damn
what men find attractive.
It's unfortunate what we find pleasing
to the touch and pleasing to the eye...
is seldom the same.
[ Sighs ]
If you had a pot belly,
I would punch you in it.
- You'd punch me in the belly ?
- Right in the belly.
Ohh ! I'd smother you !
- I'd drop it right on your face
'til you couldn't breathe !
- [ Laughing ]
- You'd do that ?
- Yeah.
- Promise ?
- Yeah.
[ Moaning Softly ]
- Mmm.
- Mmm.
[ Moaning, Laughing ]
Oh.
[ Inhaling ]
[ Grunting ]
Did you get everything ?
- Yes, I did.
- Good job, Sugar Pop.
Did everything
go as planned ?
- You didn't listen to the-- Ow !
- [ Giggles ]
You didn't listen to the radio ?
I never listen to your fights.
Were you the winner ?
I won, all right.
- Are you still retiring ?
- Sure am.
So it all worked out
in the finish.
We're not at the finish yet, baby.
[ Moaning ]
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 ?
Do you still want me
to go with you ?
I don't want to be a burden
or a nuisance. It's--
[ Moans ]
Say it.
- [ Moans ]
- Fabienne,
I want you to be with me.
- Forever ?
- Forever and ever.
Do you love me ?
Very, very much.
[ Moaning ]
- Butch.
- Yes ?
Will you give me
oral pleasure ?
Will you kiss it ?
But you first.
- Okay.
- Okay.
[ Moans ]
Butch.
Mon amour.
L'aventure commence.
[ Moaning Continues ]
- [ Shower Water Running ]
- [ Butch Grunting ]
[ Butch ]
I think I cracked a rib.
- Giving me oral pleasure ?
- No, retard, from the fight.
- Don't call me "retard."
- [ Slurred Voice ] My name is Fabby.
- My name is Fabienne !
- Stop it.
- Stop it !
- My name is Fabi--
Shut up, *** !
I hate that mongoloid voice.
Okay, okay.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- [ Water Stops ]
- [ Butch ] I take it back.
Will you hand me a dry towel,
Miss Beautiful Tulip ?
- Oh, I like that.
I like being called a tulip.
- [ Coughs ]
"Tulip" is much better
than "mongoloid."
I didn't call you a mongoloid.
I called you a retard.
And I took it back.
- [ Grunts ]
- Butch ?
Yes, Lemon Pie ?
- Where are we going to go ?
- Well, I'm not sure yet.
Wherever you want.
We're gonna get a lot
of money from this,
but it ain't gonna be
the kind of money...
that we can live like hogs
in the fathouse forever.
I was thinking maybe we could go
down someplace in the South Pacific.
Kind of money we're gonna have's gonna
carry us a long way down there.
- If we wanted,
we could live in Bora Bora ?
- You betcha.
And if after a while you didn't
dig that, we could go someplace else.
Maybe Tahiti, Mexico.
But I do not speak Spanish.
Well, you do not speak
Bora-Boran either.
Besides, Mexican's easy.
- ¿ Donde esta el zapateria ?
- What does that mean ?
Where is the shoe store?
- ¿ Donde esta--
- Spit, please.
[ Spits ]
- ¿ Donde esta el zapateria ?
- Excellent pronunciation.
- Mmm.
- [ Giggles ]
You'll be my little mamacita
in no time.
- [ Yawning ] ¿ Que hora es ?
- ¿ Que hora es ?
- What time is it ?
- What time is it ?
Time for bed.
Sweet dreams, jellybean.
[ Spits ]
Butch ?
Never mind.
[ Brushing ]
[ Motorbike Engines Racing,
Explosions On TV ]
Aah !
[ Panting ]
Merde ! You startled me.
Did you have a bad dream ?
- [ Yawns ]
- [ Motorcycle Engines,
Explosions Continue ]
[ Panting Continues ]
- What is this you're watching ?
- A motorcycle movie.
I'm not sure the name.
- Are you watching it ?
- In a way.
It's a little early in the morning
for explosions and war.
- What was it about ?
- How should I know ?
You were the one watching it.
- No, imbecile,
what was your dream about ?
- I don't know.
I don't remember.
It's really rare
that I remember my dreams.
Well, let's look
at the grumpy man in the morning.
[ Both Moaning ]
[ Fabienne ] Why don't you get up
and we'll get some breakfast.
One more kiss,
and I'll get up.
[ Moans ]
- Satisfied ?
- [ Exhaling ] Yep.
- [ Grunts ] Get up, lazy bones !
- Ohh !
- Ohh. God.
- [ Giggles ]
- What time is it ?
- Almost nine in the morning.
- What time does our train arrive ?
- Eleven.
- You know what I'm gonna
have for breakfast ?
- What, Lemon Pie ?
I'm gonna order a big plate
of blueberry pancakes...
with maple syrup,
eggs over easy
and five sausages.
Anything to drink with that ?
Wow, that looks nice.
[ Giggles ]
To drink-- A tall glass
of orange juice...
and a black cup of coffee.
- After that, I'm going to
have a slice of pie.
- Pie for breakfast ?
- [ Laughing ]
- Any time of the day
is a good time 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.
- Have you looked ?
Yes, I've ***' looked.
What the *** do you think I'm doin' ?
You sure you got it ?
Yes.
Bedside table drawer.
- On the little kangaroo ?
- Yes, it was on the little kangaroo.
Yeah, well,
it's not here now.
- [ Rummaging ]
- Well, it should be.
Yes, it most definitely should be,
but it's not here now !
So where the *** is it ?
Fabienne,
where's my father's *** watch ?
Do you have any idea what he had
to go through to get me that watch ?
I don't have time to go into it,
but he went through a lot.
All this other *** you could've set
on fire, but I specifically reminded
you not to forget the *** watch.
Now think.
- Did you get it ?
- I believe so.
"You believe so" ?
What the *** does that mean ?
You either did or didn't get it.
Then I did.
Are you sure ?
No.
*** ! *** ! *** !
*** !
***'--
- [ Screaming ]
- [ Crash ]
Do you know how *** stupid
you *** are ?
No !
[ Grunts ]
It's not your fault.
You left it at the apartment.
If you left it at the apartment,
it's not your fault.
I had you bring
a bunch of stuff.
[ Exhaling ]
I reminded you about it,
but I didn't illustrate
how personal the watch was to me.
If all I gave a *** about was
the watch, I shoulda told you that.
You're not a mind reader.
Are you ?
[ Sniffling ]
I-- I'm sorry.
Don't be. Just means
I can't have breakfast with you.
Why does it mean that ?
Because I gotta go back to my apartment
and get my watch.
Won't the gangsters
be looking for you there ?
Well, that's what
I'm gonna find out.
If they are, and I don't think
I can handle it,
then I'll split.
I saw your watch. I thought
I brought it. I'm so sorry.
Here's some money.
Go out and get those pancakes.
Have a nice breakfast.
I'll take your Honda. I'll be back
before you can say "blueberry pie."
Blueberry pie.
Maybe not that fast.
- But pretty fast. Okay ?
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
*** ! Of all the ***' things
she could ***' forget,
she forgets my father's watch !
I specifically reminded her--
bedside table, on the kangaroo.
I said the words:
"Don't forget my father's watch."
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Engine Stops ]
[ Radio Announcer ]
Visit the Jackrabbit Slim's
nearest you...
[ Car Horn Playing
"La Cucaracha" ]
[ Radio Announcer ]
i EI burro !
[ Ice Cream Truck Bells ]
[ Children Playing, Crying ]
[ Woman, Children Talking ]
- [ Girl Talking ]
- [ Dog Barking ]
[ Woman Continues Talking ]
Lookin' good, Butch.
[ Toilet Flushes ]
[ Crash,
Glass Shattering ]
[ Smoke Alarm Beeping ]
[ Beeping Continues ]
[ Beeping Continues,
Faint ]
[ Baby Talking ]
- [ Engine Starts ]
- [ Radio: "Flowers On The Wall" ]
lf I were walkin'
in your shoes
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn
with a deck of fifty-one
That's how you're gonna
beat 'em, Butch.
- Smokin' cigarettes and
watchin' Captain Kangaroo
- They keep underestimatin' ya.
Now don't tell me
[ Singing Along ]
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn
with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes
and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me
I've nothin' to do
It's good to see you
I must go
I know I look a fright
- Anyway my eyes
- ***.
- Are not accustomed--
- Uhh !
[ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Woman ] Do you think he's dead ?
- He's dead.
- Oh, my God.
- He's dead.
If you need someone to go
to court, I'll be glad to help.
That guy was a drunken maniac.
He hit you, then he
crashed into that car.
- Who ?
- Him.
I'll be damned.
[ Women Screaming ]
[ Grunting, Panting ]
- [ Gunshot ]
- Ohh !
[ Woman Screaming ]
- Aaaah ! I'm shot !
- [ Grunting ]
[ Screaming Continues ]
[ Grunting, Groaning ]
- [ Grunts ]
- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Man ] Sally ! Sally !
- [ Grunting Continues ]
[ Panting ]
- [ Gunshot ]
- Aaah !
[ Radio: Whistling ]
[ Marsellus, Muffled ]
*** !
- [ Door Bells Jingling ]
- [ Panting ]
- Can I help you with somethin' ?
- Shut the *** up.
Now you just wait
a *** minute, now !
What the *** you up to ?
- Come here, *** !
- [ Both Grunting, Groaning ]
- [ Marsellus Groaning ]
- You feel that sting, huh, big boy ?
That's pride
***' with you, see ?
You gotta fight through that *** !
[ Grunting ] Huh ?
- You'd better kill me--
- Yeah, somebody's gonna get killed.
Somebody's gonna get
their ***' head blown to--
- [ Shotgun *** ]
- Hold it right there, *** it.
- This ain't none
of your business, mister.
- I'm makin' it my business.
- Toss the weapon.
- You don't understand, man.
Toss the weapon.
[ Panting ]
[ Woman On Radio ]
It's time
- To find love
- Take your foot off the ***,
- [ Music Continues ]
- put your hand behind your head,
approach the counter right now.
- This ***'s trying to...
- [ Groans ]
kill me.
Shut up.
Keep comin'. Come on.
lf love
ls shelter
[ Radio: Whistling ]
Zed. Maynard.
Yeah, the spider
just caught a couple flies.
Whoa, my angel
[ Receiver Hangs Up ]
Down to you
Down to you
[ Both Grunting, Groaning ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Gagging ]
Nobody kills anybody
in my place of business...
- except me or Zed.
- [ Doorbell Chimes ]
That's Zed.
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
- [ Zed ] I thought
you said you waited for me.
- [ Maynard ] I did.
[ Footsteps Descending Stairs ]
[ Zed ]
Then how come they're all beat up ?
They did that to each other, man.
They came in fightin'.
Now, this 'un right here,
he was gonna shoot that one.
Is that right ?
You gonna shoot him, boy ?
Huh ?
Hey, is Grace
all right out front ?
- Yeah. It ain't Tuesday, is it ?
- No, it's Thursday.
- She oughta be fine.
- Mmm.
[ Sighs ]
Well, bring out the Gimp.
I think the Gimp's sleepin'.
Then I guess you'll just have to go
wake him up now, won't you ?
Get up.
Get down.
[ Tapping Fingers ]
Which one of 'em
you wanna do first ?
- [ Tapping Fingers ]
- [ Zed ] I ain't for sure yet.
[ Whispering ]
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo,
catch a ***...
by his toe.
If he hollers, let him go.
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo.
My mother said...
pick the perfect one,
and... you... are...
it.
-[ Zed ] Guess that means you, big boy.
-[ Muffled ] *** you !
- [ Muffled Mumbling ]
- Shh.
- You wanna do it in here ?
- No, let's take him back
to Russell's old room.
Sounds good to me.
[ Muffled Yelling ]
[ Grunting ]
You keep an eye on this 'un.
[ Sniffs ]
[ Radio: "Comanche"
by The Revels ]
[ Zed, Maynard
Talking, Yelling ]
- [ Grunting ]
- [ Talking, Yelling Continue ]
[ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting ]
- [ Giggling ]
- [ Grunting Continues ]
Yeah !
[ Grunting, Straining ]
[ Zed Shouting ]
Now ! Go ! Come on, *** !
- Now, *** !
Aaah ! [ Grunting ]
- [ Giggling Continues ]
- [ Slapping ]
- [ Zed Shouting ] Come on ! Yeah !
- [ Music Continues ]
- [ Muffled Yelling ]
- [ Grunting Continues ]
- [ Zed ] Yeah !
[ Slapping, Grunting Continue ]
- Ohh !
- Yeah !
- [ Music Continues, Faint ]
- [ Zed, Faint ] Yeah ! Yeah !
Yeee !
Yeeee-hah !
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
[ Loud Grunt, Yelling ]
[ Grunting, Yelling Continue ]
[ Zed ]
Yeah !
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting
Continues ]
Come on !
Get down there !
Aaah !
Do it ! Yeah !
[ Music Continues, Louder ]
[ Zed Shouting ]
Yeah ! Yeah !
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Marsellus Screaming, Muffled ]
- [ Maynard ] Shut the *** up !
- [ Screaming Continues ]
[ Maynard ]
*** him !
[ Zed ]
Come on !
- [ Marsellus Groaning, Muffled ]
- *** him. Yeah.
[ Continues Yelling,
Stops ]
Aaaaah !
[ Groaning ]
- Aaaaah !
- [ Music Stops ]
[ Groans ]
- [ Groans ]
- [ Thud ]
You want that gun,
don't ya, Zed ?
Huh ?
Go ahead and pick it up.
Go ahead. Pick it up.
[ Breathing Heavily ]
Come on--
Thatta boy !
I want you to pick it up, Zed.
[ Shotgun Cocking ]
- [ Breathing Slowly ]
- Step aside, Butch.
[ Zed Wheezing ]
*** !
[ Groaning ]
- You okay ?
- [ Groaning Continues ]
No, man.
I'm pretty ***' far from okay.
[ Zed Screams ]
[ Loud, High-Pitched Scream ]
- [ Groaning Continues ]
- What now ?
"What now" ?
- Let me tell you what now.
- [ Groaning, Coughing ]
I'm gonna call a couple of hard,
pipe-hittin' ***...
to go to work
on the homes here...
with a pair of pliers
and a blowtorch.
You hear me talkin',
hillbilly boy ?
I ain't through with you
by a damn sight !
I'm gonna get medieval
on your ***.
I meant what now
between me and you.
Oh, that "what now."
- I tell you what now
between me and you.
- [ Wheezing ]
There is no me and you.
Not no more.
[ Groaning, Coughing ]
So, are we cool ?
Yeah, we cool.
- [ Loud Groan ]
- Two things.
Don't tell nobody about this.
This *** is between me, you...
and Mr. "Soon-To-Be-Livin'
The-Rest-Of-His-Short-***-
Life-ln-Agonizing-Pain"...
*** here.
It ain't nobody else's business.
Two:
You leave town tonight.
Right now.
And when you gone,
you stay gone,
- or you be gone.
- [ Loud Groan, Coughing ]
You lost all your L.A. privileges.
Deal ?
Deal.
Get your *** outta here.
[ Zed Wheezing ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Groaning Continues ]
Oh, ***.
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Engine Stops ]
Fabienne !
[ Groans ]
Fabienne !
[ Groaning Continues ]
Fabienne !
Come on, baby.
- Come on. Get your ***.
We gotta go right now.
- I was so worried.
- What about our bags ?
- *** the bags; if we don't split
right now, we'll miss the train.
- I'll be downstairs.
- Is everything well ?
- Just come on ! No talking now !
- Are we in danger ?
[ Groaning Continues ]
Come on, honey !
Where did you get
this motorcycle ?
- It's not a motorcycle, baby.
It's a chopper. Let's go.
- What happened to my Honda ?
I'm sorry, baby,
I had to crash that Honda.
Will you come on now, please ?
Come on. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.
- You're hurt ?
- No, no, I might've broken
my nose. It's no biggie.
Come on. Hop on.
Baby, please, we--
Honey, we gotta hit
the ***' road ! Get on !
- Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
Come here, come here.
- [ Weeping Quietly ]
I'm sorry. Mmm.
- I'm so sorry.
- You were gone so long, I started
to think dreadful thoughts.
I didn't mean to worry you.
Everything's fine.
- How was your breakfast ?
- It was good.
Did you get
the blueberry pancakes ?
They didn't have blueberry; I had to get
buttermilk. Are you sure you're okay ?
Since I left you,
this has been, without a doubt,
the single weirdest
***' day of my life--
I'll tell you all about it.
Gotta go. Come on.
Butch, whose motorcycle
is this ?
- It's a chopper, baby.
- Whose chopper is this ?
- Zed's.
- Who's Zed ?
Zed's dead, baby.
Zed's dead.
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Jules ]
Yes, you did, Brett !
You tried to *** him,
and Marsellus Wallace
don't liked to be ***...
by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
- Oh, God, please. I don't wanna die.
- You read the Bible, Brett ?
- [ Whimpering ] Yes !
- Well, there's this passage
I got memorized.
Sorta fits the 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.
- [ Whimpering Continues ]
Blessed is he who, in the name
of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak
through the valley of darkness,
for he is truly
his brother's keeper...
and the finder
of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance...
and furious anger...
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."
- [ Groans Loudly ]
- [ Gunshots ]
[ Screams ]
I'm ***.
Oh, ***. Oh, ***.
- [ Vincent ] ls he a friend of yours ?
- Oh, ***. ***.
[ Jules ] Hmm ? Oh.
Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.
- Better tell him to shut up.
He's gettin' on my nerves.
- ***. [ Muttering ]
Marvin. Marvin !
I'd knock that *** off if I was you.
- [ Door Slams ]
- Die, you *** ! Die !
[ Hammer Clicking ]
Why the *** didn't you tell us
somebody was in the bathroom ?
Slip your mind ? Did you forget
that someone was in there...
with a *** hand cannon ?
You see the size of that gun he fired
at us ? It was bigger than him.
We should be ***' dead, man.
I know.
We was lucky.
No, no, no, no.
That *** wasn't luck.
- Yeah, maybe.
- This was divine intervention.
You know what
divine intervention is ?
I think so.
That means that God came down
from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
That's right.
That's exactly what it means.
God came down from Heaven
and stopped these ***' bullets.
I think it's time for us
to leave, Jules.
Don't do that.
Don't ***' blow this *** off !
- What just happened here
was a ***' miracle !
- Chill. This *** happens.
Wrong ! Wrong.
This *** doesn't "just happen."
Do you want to continue
this theological discussion in a car...
or in a jailhouse
with the cops ?
We should be ***' dead,
my friend !
What happened here was a miracle, and I
want you to *** acknowledge it !
All right, it was a miracle.
Can we go now ?
Let's go, *** !
Come on ! ***.
[ Vincent ]
You ever seen that show Cops ?
I was watching it one time,
and there was this cop on,
and he was talkin' about this
gunfight he had in the hallway
with this guy, right ?
He just unloaded on this guy and nothin'
happened. He didn't hit nothin'.
Okay ? It was just
him and this guy.
I mean, you know, it's,
it's freaky, but it happens.
You wanna play blind man,
go walk with the shepherd,
but me, my eyes are wide ***' open.
- What the *** does that mean ?
- It means that's it for me.
From here on in, you can
consider my *** retired.
- Jesus Christ. *** it.
- Don't blaspheme.
- I said, don't do that !
- Hey, why are you ***'
freakin' out on us ?
Look, I'm tellin' Marsellus today--
I'm through.
- Why don't you tell him
at the same time why ?
- Don't worry, I will.
- And I bet you $10,000
he laughs his *** off.
- I don't give a damn if he does.
[ Sighs ]
Marvin, what do you make of all this ?
Man, I don't even
have an opinion.
You gotta have an opinion. You think
God came down from Heaven and stopped--
- [ Gunshot ]
- What the ***'s happenin' ?
- Aw, ***, man !
- Aw, man !
- Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face.
- Why the ***'d you do that ?
I didn't mean it.
It was an accident.
- Man, I seen some crazy-***
*** in my time, but this--
- Chill out, man !
It was an accident. We probably
went over a bump or somethin'.
The car ain't hit
no ***' bump.
I didn't mean to shoot
the son of a ***. The gun went off.
Look at this ***' mess ! We're on
a city street in broad daylight here !
- I don't believe it !
- Well, believe it now, *** !
We gotta get this car off
the road. Cops notice ***
like a car drenched in blood.
- Just take it to
a friendly place, that's all !
- This is the Valley, Vincent.
Marsellus ain't got
no friendly places in the Valley.
- Well, Jules, this ain't
my ***' town, man !
- *** !
- What you doing ?
- I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.
-Where's Toluca Lake ?
-Over the hill here, by Burbank Studios.
If Jimmie's *** ain't home,
I don't know what the *** we gonna do,
'cause I ain't got
no other partners in 818.
Jimmie, how you doin', man ?
It's Jules. Just listen up, man.
Me and my homeboy are in a car, and we
gotta get it off the road, pronto.
I need to use your garage
for a couple hours.
We gotta be real ***' delicate
with this Jimmie situation.
He's one remark away
from kickin' our *** out the door.
- If he does, what do we do ?
- We ain't leavin'
'til we make a couple calls,
but I don't want it to reach
that pitch-- Jimmie's a friend.
You don't come into your friend's house
and start tellin' him what's what.
Just tell him
not to be abusive.
He kinda freaked out back there
when he saw Marvin.
Put yourself in his position--
It's 8:00 in the morning,
he just woke up.
He wasn't expectin' this ***.
We gotta remember here
who's doin' who a favor.
If that favor means I gotta
take ***, he can stick that
favor straight up his ***.
- ***, ***, what the ***'d
you just do to his towel, man ?
- I was dryin' my hands !
- You're supposed to wash 'em first !
- You watched me wash 'em.
- I watched you get 'em wet.
- I was washin' 'em.
This ***'s hard to get off.
Maybe if he'd had Lava
I coulda done a better job.
I used the same
***' soap you did,
and when I finished, the towel
didn't look like no *** ***-pad !
What if he was to come in here
and see his towel like this ?
It's *** like this that's gonna bring
this situation to a head, man !
Look, I ain't threatenin' you
or nothin', all right ?
You know I respect you and all.
But just don't put me
in this position, all right ?
All right.
Fine. Fine.
Ask me nice like that,
no problem.
Just go handle your friend.
Go ahead. I don't care.
Mmm ! ***, Jimmie !
This some serious
gourmet ***.
Me and Vincent
would've been satisfied...
with some freeze-dried
Taster's Choice.
Right ?
[ Chuckles ]
And he springs this
serious 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'm the one who buys it.
I know how good it is.
When Bonnie goes shopping,
she buys ***.
I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause
when I drink it, I wanna taste it.
But you know what's on
my mind right now ? It ain't
the coffee in my kitchen.
It's the dead ***
in my garage.
- Jimmie, don't even worry--
- Don't tell me about anything.
I wanna ask you a question.
When you came pulling in here,
did you notice the sign
on the front of my house that said,
"Dead *** Storage" ?
- You know I ain't seen no--
- Did you notice the sign on
the front of my house...
that said,
"Dead *** Storage" ?
No. I didn't.
- You know why you didn't
see that sign ?
- [ Sighs ] Why ?
'Cause it ain't there,
'cause storing dead ***
ain't my ***' business, that's why !
- We're not gonna store
the ***--
- Don't you ***' realize...
that if Bonnie comes home and
finds a dead body in her house,
I'm gonna get divorced ?
No marriage counselor.
No trial separation.
I'm gonna get ***' divorced.
Okay ? And I don't wanna
get ***' divorced !
Man, you know, ***, I wanna help you,
but I don't wanna lose my wife doin' it.
Jimmie, Jimmie,
she ain't gonna leave you.
Don't ***' "Jimmie" me, Jules !
Okay ? Don't ***' "Jimmie" me.
There's nothin' you're gonna
say that's gonna make me forget
I love my wife. Is there ?
Now, look, you know, she comes home
from work in about an hour and a half.
The graveyard shift
at the hospital.
You gotta make some phone calls ?
You gotta call some people ?
Well, then, do it, and then get the ***
out of my house before she gets here.
That's Kool and the Gang.
We don't wanna *** your *** up.
All I wanna do is call my people
and get 'em to bring us in.
You're *** my *** up
right now !
You're gonna *** my *** up
big time if Bonnie comes home.
Do me that favor, all right ?
The phone is in my bedroom.
I suggest you get going.
Well, say she comes home.
What do you think she'll do ?
Oh, no ***' *** she'll freak.
That ain't no kinda answer.
I mean, you know, I don't.
How much ? A lot or a little ?
You got to appreciate
what an explosive element...
this Bonnie situation is.
She comes home from a hard day's work,
finds a bunch of gangsters
in her kitchen...
doing a bunch of gangster ***,
there ain't no tellin'
what she's liable to do.
[ All Gasping ]
Yeah, I grasp that, Jules.
All I'm doing is
contemplating the ifs.
I don't wanna hear about
no ***' ifs !
All I want to hear from your ***
is, "You ain't got no problem,
Jules. I'm on the ***.
Chill them *** out
and wait for the cavalry,
which should be coming directly."
You ain't got no problem, Jules.
I'm on the ***.
Chill them *** out and wait for
the Wolf, who should be coming directly.
You sendin' the Wolf ?
Oh, you feel better,
*** ?
***, yeah, *** !
That's all you had to say !
- [ Piano ]
- [ Man ] She the hysterical type ?
- When is she due ?
- [ Partygoers Chattering ]
Mm-hmm.
Give me
the principals' names again.
[ Man ]
Place your bets.
- Jules. Mm-hmm.
- Cards, please.
Vincent.
Jimmie.
Bonnie. Mm-hmm.
It's thirty minutes away.
I'll be there in ten.
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Doorbell Rings ]
You're... Jimmie, right ?
This is your house ?
- It sure is.
- I'm Winston Wolf. I solve problems.
- Good. We got one.
- So I heard. May I come in ?
Uh, yeah. Please do.
You must be Jules.
Which would make you... Vincent.
Let's get down
to brass tacks, gentlemen.
If I was informed correctly, the clock
is ticking. Is that right, Jimmie ?
Uh, one hundred percent.
- Your wife Bonnie comes home
at 9:30 in the a.m., correct ?
- Uh-huh.
I was led to believe if she
comes home and finds us here,
she wouldn't appreciate it much.
- She wouldn't at that.
- That gives us 40 minutes
to get the *** outta Dodge,
which, if you do what I say,
when I say it, should be plenty.
Now, you got a corpse
in a car, minus a head,
in a garage. Take me to it.
[ Sighs ]
- Jimmie.
- Uh-huh.
Do me a favor, will ya ? Thought I
smelled some coffee back there.
- Would you make me a cup ?
- Uh, yeah, sure.
Oh, uh, um,
how do you take it ?
Lotsa cream, lotsa sugar.
About the car, is there anything
I need to know ? Does it stall ?
Does it smoke ? Does it make
a lot of noise ? ls there gas in it ?
- Aside from how it looks,
the car's cool.
- Positive ?
Don't get me on the road and I find out
the brake lights don't work.
- As far as I know,
the ***'s tip-top.
- Good enough.
Let's go back
to the kitchen.
[ Exhales ]
- Here you go, Mr. Wolf.
- Thank you, Jimmie.
Mmm.
Okay, first thing.
You two.
Take the body,
stick it in the trunk.
This looks to be
a pretty domesticated house.
- That would lead me to believe
you got cleansers and ***.
- Yeah. Under the sink.
Good. What I need you two fellas to do
is take those cleaning products...
and clean the inside of the car--
I'm talkin' fast, fast, fast.
Go in the back seat, scoop up all
those little pieces of brain and skull.
Get it out of there.
Wipe down the upholstery.
It don't need to be ***-and-span.
You don't need to eat off it.
Just give it a good once-over.
What you need to take care of
are the really messy parts.
The pools of blood that have collected,
you gotta soak that *** up.
We need to raid
your linen closet.
I need blankets,
I need comforters, quilts, bedspreads.
The thicker the better,
the darker the better.
No whites. Can't use 'em.
We'll need to camouflage the front seat
and back seat and floorboards...
with quilts and blankets,
so if a cop starts stickin'
his big snout in the car,
the subterfuge won't last,
but at a glance the car
will appear to be normal.
Jimmie, lead the way.
Boys, get to work.
"Please" would be nice.
- Come again ?
- I said, a "please" would be nice.
Get it straight, buster.
I'm not here to say please.
I'm here to tell you what to do.
And if self-preservation
is an instinct you possess,
you'd better ***' do it
and do it quick.
I'm here to help. If my help's
not appreciated, lotsa luck, gentlemen.
No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that;
your help is definitely appreciated.
Mr. Wolf, listen. I don't
mean disrespect, okay ? I respect you.
I just don't like people
barkin' orders at me.
If I'm curt with you,
it's because time is a factor.
I think fast, I talk fast,
and I need you guys to act fast
if you wanna get out of this.
So pretty please, with sugar on top,
clean the ***' car.
Don't be lookin' at me like that,
all right ? I can feel your look.
It's a 1974 Chevy Nova.
[ Sipping ]
Green.
Nothin' except for
the mess inside.
Mmm, about 20 minutes.
Nobody who'll be missed.
You're a good man, Joe.
Thanks a bunch.
- How we comin', Jimmie ?
- Pretty good.
- I got it all here, but, uh,
- [ Sighs ]
- Mr. Wolf,
you gotta understand something.
- Winston, Jimmie, Winston.
Okay. You gotta
understand something, uh, Winston.
Uh-- Uh, no,
thank you.
Uh, this is
our best linen here,
and it's, uh--
it was a wedding present...
from my Uncle Conrad
and my Aunt Ginny.
- They're not with us anymore.
I wanna help--
- Let me ask you a question.
- If you don't mind.
- No, no, please. Go ahead.
Your Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny,
were they millionaires ?
No.
Well, your Uncle Marsellus is.
And I'm positive that if
Uncle Conrad and Aunt...
- Ginny.
- Ginny were here,
they would furnish you
with a whole bedroom set,
which your Uncle Marsellus
is more than happy to do.
I like oak myself.
That's what I have in my bedroom.
How about you, Jimmie ?
You an oak man ?
Oak's nice.
Oh, man, I will never
forgive your *** for this ***.
This is some ***-up,
repugnant ***.
Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy
that once a man admits he is wrong...
that he is immediately forgiven
for all wrongdoings ?
Get the *** out my face
with that *** !
The *** that said
that *** never had to pick up
itty-bitty pieces of skull...
- on account of your dumb ***.
- I got a threshold, Jules,
for the abuse that I will take.
Right now, I'm a ***' race car,
and you got me in the red.
I'm just sayin' it's ***' dangerous
to have a race car in the ***' red.
That's all.
I could blow.
- Oh, you ready to blow ?
- Yeah.
Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin'
***, ***.
Every time my fingers touch brain,
I'm Superfly T.N.T.
I'm the Guns of the Navarone.
In fact, what the ***
am I doin' in the back ?
You're the *** should be on
brain detail ! We're ***' switchin'.
I'm washin' windows, and you're
pickin' up this ***'s skull !
Fine job, gentlemen.
You may get out of this yet.
I can't believe
this is the same car.
Well, let's not start suckin'
each other's dicks quite yet.
Phase one is complete-- Clean the car--
which moves us right along to Phase two:
Clean you two.
Strip.
- All the way ?
- [ Wolf ] To your bare ***.
Quickly, gentlemen.
We got about 15 minutes...
before Jimmie's better half
comes pulling into the driveway.
***, this morning air
is some chilly ***.
Are you sure this is
absolutely necessary ?
- You know what you two look like ?
- [ Vincent ] What ?
Like a couple of guys
who just blew off somebody's head.
Strippin' off those bloody rags
is absolutely necessary.
Toss 'em in Jimmie's garbage bag.
Don't do nothin' stupid,
like leavin' this *** out front
for the garbageman to pick up.
Don't worry, we're taking it with us.
Jim, the soap.
- Vincent.
- [ Wolf ] Okay, gentlemen.
You both been to County before,
I'm sure. Here it comes.
- *** ! The water's ***' cold !
- Yo ! Yo ! Yo !
Better you than me, gentlemen.
[ Chuckling ]
- Don't be afraid of the soap.
Spread it around.
- [ Yelling Continues ]
- Get 'em there a little bit.
Vincent's hair.
- Hey, get out of my hair !
- Come on. Do it, *** it ! Do it !
- Uh, um--
Towel.
[ Wolf ] You're dry enough.
Toss 'em their clothes.
[ Wolf Laughing ]
Perfect.
Perfect. We couldn't have
planned this better.
You guys look like--
What do they look like,
Jimmie ?
- Dorks. They look like
a couple of dorks.
- [ Laughing ]
- [ Both Laughing ]
- Ha-ha-ha. They're your
clothes, ***.
Come on, gentlemen.
We're laughing our way
right into prison.
Don't make me beg.
Okay, gentlemen, let's get
our rules of the road straight.
We're going to a place
called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow.
Monster Joe and his daughter Raquel
are sympathetic to our dilemma.
The place is North Hollywood,
so a few twists and turns aside,
we'll be goin' up Hollywood Way.
Now, I'll drive the tainted car.
Jules, you ride with me.
Vincent, you follow
in my Acura.
Now, if we come across the path
of any John Q. Laws,
- nobody does a ***' thing
'til I do something.
- Right.
- What did I say ?
- Don't do *** unless.
- Unless what ?
- Unless you do it first.
Spoken like a true prodigy.
How about you, Lash LaRue ?
Can you keep your spurs
from jingling and jangling ?
The gun went off. I don't know why.
I'm cool. I promise you.
Fair enough. Now, I drive real
***' fast, so keep up.
If get my car back
any different than I gave it,
Monster Joe's gonna be
disposing of two bodies.
- [ Metal Door Slamming ]
- [ Engine ldling ]
Outta my way, Rex.
- We cool ?
- Like it never happened.
- [ Vincent ] All right.
- Boys, this is Raquel.
Someday all this will be hers.
Hi. So, what's
with the outfits ?
- You guys going to
a volleyball game or something ?
- [ Wolf Laughs ]
I'm takin' milady
out for breakfast.
Maybe I could drop you two off.
Where do you live ?
- Redondo.
- Inglewood.
It's--
It's your future. I--
I see a--
a cab ride.
Move outta the sticks, fellas.
Say good night, Raquel.
- Good night, Raquel.
- I'll see you guys around.
Stay outta trouble,
you crazy kids.
Mr. Wolf, I just wanna tell you it was
a real pleasure watching you work.
Yeah, really.
And thank you very much, Mr. Wolf.
Call me Winston.
- You see that, young lady ? Respect.
- [ Alarm Deactivates ]
- Respect for one's elders
shows character.
- I have character.
- Because you are a character
doesn't mean that you have character.
- [ Chuckles ]
- [ Tires Screeching ]
- Wanna share a cab ?
- I'd go for some breakfast.
Feel like havin' breakfast with me ?
- [ Phone Dialing ]
Cool.
I don't know why, I just thought
he'd be European or something.
- Yeah, he's about as European
as ***' English Bob.
- I know that now.
- But was he cool or what ?
- Thank you.
Totally ***' cool,
in control.
Didn't even really get pissed when you
were ***' with him; I was amazed.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Want some bacon ?
No, man, I don't eat pork.
- Are you Jewish ?
- I ain't Jewish; I just don't
dig on swine, that's all.
- Why not ?
- Pigs are filthy animals.
I don't eat filthy animals.
Yeah, but bacon tastes good.
Pork chops taste good.
Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie,
but I'd never know...
'cause I wouldn't eat
the filthy ***.
Pigs sleep and root in ***.
That's a filthy animal.
I ain't eatin' nothin' ain't got
sense enough to disregard its own feces.
- What about a dog ?
Dog eats its own feces.
- I don't eat dog either.
Yeah, but do you consider
a dog to be a filthy animal ?
I wouldn't go so far
as to call a dog filthy,
but they're definitely dirty.
- But a dog's got personality.
Personality goes a long way.
- Ah, so, by that rationale,
if a pig had a better personality,
he would cease to be a filthy animal.
- Is that true ?
- We'd have to be talkin' about
one charming ***' pig.
I mean, he'd have to be
ten times more charming than
that Arnold on Green Acres.
[ Both Laughing ]
Oh, man, that's good.
That's good, man.
You're startin' to lighten up.
You've been sittin' there,
all serious and ***.
- I just been sittin' here, thinkin'.
- About what ?
- About the miracle we witnessed.
- Miracle you witnessed.
- I witnessed a freak occurrence.
- What is a miracle, Vincent ?
- Act of God.
- And what's an act of God ?
When, um, God makes
the impossible possible.
But this morning...
- I don't think qualifies.
- Hey, Vincent.
See, that *** don't matter.
You're judging this *** the wrong way.
It could be God stopped the bullets,
changed Coke to Pepsi,
found my car keys.
You don't judge *** like this
based on merit.
Now, whether or not
what we experienced...
was an according-to-Hoyle miracle
is insignificant.
But what is significant is,
I felt the touch of God.
God got involved.
But why ?
Well, that's what's ***' with me:
I don't know why.
- But I can't go back to sleep.
- You're serious.
You're really thinkin'
about quittin'.
- For life ? Most definitely.
- Yeah.
***.
What you gonna do then ?
Well, that's what I been
sitting here contemplating.
First I'm gonna deliver
this case to Marsellus.
Then, basically, I'm just
gonna walk the Earth.
- What you mean, "walk the Earth" ?
- Like Caine in Kung Fu.
Walk from place to place,
meet people, get in adventures.
And how long do you intend
to walk the Earth ?
- 'Til God puts me
where He wants me to be.
- What if He don't do that ?
- If it takes forever,
then I'll walk forever.
- So you decided to be a bum.
I'll just be Jules, Vincent.
No more, no less.
No, Jules,
you decided to be a bum,
just like all those pieces of ***
out there who beg for change,
who sleep in garbage bins,
eat what I throw away.
They got a name for that, Jules.
It's called a bum.
And without a job,
a residence or legal tender,
that's what you're gonna be, man.
You're gonna be
a ***' bum.
Look, my friend,
this is just where you and I differ.
Garçon ! Coffee !
Jules, look, what happened this morning,
man, I agree it was peculiar.
- But water into wine, l--
- All shapes and sizes, Vincent.
- Don't ***' talk
to me that way, man.
- If my answers frighten you,
then you should cease
asking scary questions.
I'm gonna take a ***.
Let me ask you something.
When did you make this decision ?
When you were sittin' there
eatin' that muffin ?
Yeah. I was sittin' here
eatin' my muffin, drinkin' my coffee,
replayin' the incident
in my head,
when I had what alcoholics refer to
as a moment of clarity.
***. To be continued.
- I love you, Pumpkin.
- I love you, Honey Bunny.
- Everybody be cool !
This is a robbery !
- [ Customers Murmuring ]
Any one of you *** pricks move,
and I'll execute every one
of you *** !
- You got that ?
You just be quiet over there !
- Waitresses on the floor !
Get on the ***'--
Get the *** down !
You're in a blind spot.
Take your dames over to that booth,
on the count of ten !
- Mexicans, out of
the *** kitchen !
- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8--
What the *** are you doing,
you *** yuppie ? Get down !
- Get down !
- Throw those bags !
- *** move ! Move !
- [ Ranchero ]
- [ Cooks Speaking Spanish ]
- Move ! Get the ***--
Get down on the *** floor !
Grandpa ! Down !
I'm the manager here, and there's
no problem. No problem at all.
- You gonna give me a problem ?
- No, sir, I'm not.
Thought you said you were gonna
give me a *** problem !
- I think we got
a hero here, Honey Bunny.
- Well, just execute him !
- [ Panting ]
- I am not a hero.
- I'm just a coffee shop manager.
- Get the *** down !
The restaurant's ours !
- Just take whatever you want.
- [ Panting ]
- You talk to the customers.
- Yeah.
You tell them to be *** cool
and everything will be over.
- You understand me ?
- Yes !
Listen, everybody.
Be calm, cooperate,
and this'll all be over
in a minute !
Get the *** down !
Well done.
[ Country/Western Muzak ]
All right, now, people, gonna
come around and collect your wallets !
You don't *** talk. You just
throw 'em in the bag ! Are we clear ?
I said, are we *** clear ?
Good !
Now, wallets out !
[ Pumpkin ] That's it.
Get the *** down. In the bag.
- In the *** bag !
- [ Customer ] I don't
have nothin' on me, man.
In the bag.
What am I waiting for ?
ln the *** bag.
Laura. Laura. Tips.
In the bag.
- Is that a cellular phone ?
- Yeah.
In the *** bag.
Tidy up, tidy up, that's it.
Now get the *** down on the floor.
In the bag.
In the bag.
In the bag.
- What's in the case ?
- My boss's dirty laundry.
- Your boss makes you do his laundry ?
- When he wants it clean.
- Sounds like a *** job.
- Funny, I was thinkin' the same thing.
- Open it.
- 'Fraid I can't do that.
- I didn't hear you.
- Yes, you did.
What's going on ?
- Looks like we got
a vigilante in our midst.
- Shoot him in the face !
I hate to shatter your ego,
but this ain't the first time
I've had a gun pointed at me.
- If you don't take your hand off
that case, it'll be your last.
- Stop causing problems !
You'll get us all killed ! Give 'em
what you got and get 'em outta here !
Shut the *** up, fat man ! This ain't
none of your *** business !
Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool.
No problem.
I got it under control.
Now, I'm gonna count to three.
If you don't open that case,
I'm gonna unload in your *** face.
We clear ?
One.
Two.
- Three.
- Okay, Ringo.
You win.
It's yours.
- Open it.
- [ Latches Springing ]
[ Honey Bunny ]
Hey, what is it ?
What is it ?
Is that what I think it is ?
Mm-hmm.
It's beautiful.
[ Giggling ]
*** it, what is it ?
You let him go !
You let him go !
- Let go of him, or I'm gonna kill you !
- Tell that *** to be cool.
- Say, "***, be cool !"
Say, "***, be cool !"
- Be cool ! Be cool !
- Tell that *** to chill !
- You're gonna die so ***' bad !
- Chill that ***' *** out !
- Chill out, Honey Bunny !
- Let go of him !
- Chill out, Honey Bunny !
- Now, promise her
it's gonna be all right !
- I promise !
- Tell her to chill !
- Chill out, Honey Bunny !
- Now tell me her name.
- Yolanda.
All right, now, Yolanda, we're not
gonna do anything stupid, are we ?
- Don't you hurt him !
- Nobody's gonna hurt anybody !
We're all gonna be like three little
Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like ?
- Come on, Yolanda !
What's Fonzie like ?
- He's cool.
- What ?
- Cool.
Correctamundo.
And that's what we're gonna be.
We're gonna be cool.
Now, Ringo,
I'm gonna count to three.
And when I count three,
I want you to
let go of your gun,
put your palms flat on the table
and sit your *** down.
And when you do it,
you do it cool.
You ready ?
One,
two,
three.
- [ Panting ] Okay, now you let him go !
- Yolanda !
I thought you were gonna
be cool. Now, when you yell
at me, it makes me nervous.
When I get nervous,
I get scared.
When *** get scared,
that's when ***
accidentally get shot.
Just know, you hurt him, you die.
Well, that seems to be
the situation.
But I don't want that.
And you don't want that.
And Ringo here definitely
doesn't want that.
So let's see what we can do.
Now... here's the situation.
Normally both your *** would be
dead as ***' fried chicken,
but you happened to pull this ***
while I'm in a transitional period,
and I don't wanna kill you;
I wanna help you.
But I can't give you this case,
'cause it don't belong to me.
Besides, I been through too much ***
over this case this morning...
to just hand it over
to your dumb ***.
- Vincent !
- [ Yells ]
- Be cool ! Yolanda, it's cool, baby.
- Get back !
It's cool !
We still just talkin'.
- Come on. Point the gun at me.
Point the gun at me. There you go.
- [ Yolanda Whimpering ]
Now, Vincent, you just hang back...
and don't do
a *** thing.
Tell her it's still cool.
- It's still cool, Honey Bunny.
- How we doin', baby ?
I-- I gotta go pee.
I wanna go home.
Hang in there, baby. I'm proud of you.
And Ringo's proud of you.
It's almost over.
Tell her you're proud of her.
- I'm proud of you, Honey Bunny.
- I love you.
- I love you too, Honey Bunny.
- Now,
I want you to go in that bag
and find my wallet.
- Which one is it ?
- It's the one that says
"Bad ***."
That's it.
That's my bad ***.
Open it up.
Take out the money.
[ Jules ]
Count it.
How much is there ?
About 1,500 dollars.
Okay, put it in your pocket.
It's yours.
Now, with the rest
of those wallets and the register,
that makes this a pretty successful
little score, huh ?
Jules, you give that ***'
*** 1,500 dollars, and I'll
shoot him on general principle.
No, Yolanda ! Yolanda ! He ain't gonna
do a ***, ***' thing !
Vince, shut the *** up !
- Shut up !
- Come on, Yolanda. Stay with me, baby.
Now, I ain't givin' it
to him, Vincent.
I'm buyin' something
for my money.
- Wanna know what I'm buyin', Ringo ?
- What ?
Your life. I'm givin' you that money
so I don't have to kill your ***.
You read the Bible, Ringo ?
Not regularly, no.
Well, 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,
in the name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak
through the valley of darkness,
for he is truly his brother's keeper
and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with
great vengeance and furious anger...
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 been sayin' that *** for years,
and if you heard it,
that meant your ***.
I never gave much thought
to what it meant.
I just thought it was some coldblooded
*** to say to a ***...
before I popped a cap
in his ***.
But I saw some *** this morning
made me think twice.
See, now I'm thinkin'
maybe it means...
you're the evil man,
and I'm the righteous man,
and Mr. 9-millimeter here,
he's the shepherd...
protecting my righteous ***
in the valley of 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.
Now, 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 tryin', Ringo.
I'm tryin' real hard...
to be the shepherd.
Go.
I think we should be
leaving now.
- [ "Surf Rider" ]
- Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
[ Music Continues ]