YOUNG MAN
(with a smile)
Correct. I got all tonight to
quack.
A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.
(with a smile)
Correct. I got all tonight to
quack.
A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.
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Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, 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.
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YOUNG WOMAN
Oh yes, thank you.
The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. The Young Man
lights up another cigarette.Comment
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The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.Comment
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YOUNG MAN
I'm doin' fine.
The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of his
smoke. The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into
her coffee.
The Young Man goes right back into it.Comment
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YOUNG MAN
I mean the way it is now, you're
takin' the same fuckin' risk as
when you rob a bank. You take more
of a risk. Banks are easier!
Federal banks aren't supposed to
stop you anyway, during a robbery.
They're insured, why should they
care? You don't even need a gun in
a federal bank.
I heard about this guy, walked into
a federal bank with a portable
phone, handed the phone to the
teller, the guy on the other end of
the phone said: "We got this guy's
little girl, and if you don't give
him all your money, we're gonna
kill 'er."Comment
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Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.Comment
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[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]Comment
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BOO
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Jules Winnfield: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?Comment
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YOUNG MAN
Fuckin' A it worked, that's what
I'm talkin' about! Knucklehead
walks in a bank with a telephone,
not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a
fuckin' phone, cleans the place
out, and they don't lift a fuckin'
finger.Comment
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Jimmie Dimmick: Knock it off, Julie.Comment
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Jules Winnfield: [pause] What?Comment
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Jimmie Dimmick: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I wanjt to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead hahahahahaha in my garage.Comment
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YOUNG MAN
I don't know. There probably never
was a little girl -- the point of
the story isn't the little girl.
The point of the story is they
robbed the bank with a telephone.Comment
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Jules Winnfield: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...Comment
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Jimmie Dimmick: No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you see a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead hahahahahaha Storage?"Comment
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Life is funnyComment
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YOUNG MAN
I'm not sayin' I wanna rob banks,
I'm just illustrating that if we
did, it would be easier than what
we been doin'.Comment
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Jules Winnfield: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...Comment
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Jimmie Dimmick: Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead hahahahahaha Storage?"Comment
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YOUNG MAN
Naw, all those guys are goin' down
the same road, either dead or
servin' twenty.Comment
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Jules Winnfield: [pause] No. I didn't.Comment
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Jimmie Dimmick: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?Comment
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Jules Winnfield: Why?Comment
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YOUNG MAN
What have we been talking about?
Yeah, no-more-liquor-stores.
Besides, it ain't the giggle it
usta be. Too many foreigners own
liquor stores. Vietnamese,
Koreans, they can't fuckin' speak
English. You tell 'em: "Empty out
the register," and they don't know
what it fuckin' means. They make
it too personal. We keep on, one
of those gook motherfuckers' gonna
make us kill 'em.Comment
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Jimmie Dimmick: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead hahahahahahas ain't my fucking business, that's why!Comment
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Jules: Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.Comment
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Jules: Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.Comment
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YOUNG MAN
I don't wanna kill anybody either.
But they'll probably put us in a
situation where it's us of them.
And if it's not the gooks, it these
old Jews who've owned the store for
fifteen fuckin' generations. Ya
got Grandpa Irving sittin' behind
the counter with a fuckin' Magnum.
Try walkin' into one of those
stores with nothin' but a
telephone, see how far it gets you.
Fuck it, forget it, we're out of
it.Comment
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Vincent: Not the same thing, the same ballpark.Comment
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Jules: It ain't no fuckin' ballpark either. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holyiest of holies, ain't the same ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.Comment
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Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?Comment
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Jules: Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot fuckin' master.Comment
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Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?Comment
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