BUTCH
Are you some kinda weirdo?
Are you some kinda weirdo?
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ESMARELDA
No, it's a subject I have much
interest in. You are the first
person I ever met who has killed
somebody. So, what was it like to
kill a man?Comment
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BUTCH
Tell ya what, you give me one of
them cigarettes, I'll give you an
answer.
Esmarelda bounces in her seat with excitment.Comment
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ESMARELDA
Deal!
Butch leans forward. Esmarelda, keeping her eyes on the road,
passes a cigarette back to him. He takes it. Then, still not
looking behind her, she brings up her hand, a lit match in it.
Butch lights his smoke, then blows out the match.
He takes a long drag.Comment
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I think you may be leading btw...
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BUTCH
I'm an American, our names don't
mean shit. Anyway, moving right
along, what is it you wanna know,
Esmarelda?Comment
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BUTCH
-- I couldn't tell ya. I didn't
know he was dead 'til you told me
he was dead. Now I know he's dead,
do you wanna know how I feel about
it?
Esmarelda nods her head: "yes."Comment
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Can i ask what this is you are quoting btw ??
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BUTCH
I don't feel the least little bit
bad. You wanna know why,
Esmarelda?
Esmarelda nods her head: "yes."Comment
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Getting sleepy now
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PulpfictionOriginally posted by Scott McD
Can i ask what this is you are quoting btw ??
great movie 
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Fuck it, one more beer...
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Ahhhh....Originally posted by FrankHolland
Pulpfiction great movie
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BUTCH
'Cause I'm a boxer. And after
you've said that, you've said
pretty much all there is to say
about me. Now maybe that son-of-a-
bitch tonight was once at one time
a boxer. If he was, then he was
dead before his ass ever stepped in
the ring. I just put the poor
bastard outta his misery. And if
he never was a boxer --
(Butch takes a drag)
That's what he gets for fuckin' up
my sport.Comment
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EXT. PHONE BOOTH (RAINING) - NIGHT 42.
We DOLLY around a phone booth as Butch talks inside.Comment
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BUTCH
(into phone)
What's I tell ya, soon as the word
got out a fix was in, the odds
would be outta control.
Hey, if he was a better fighter
he's be alive. If he never laced
up his gloves in the first place,
which he never shoulda done, he'd
be alive. Enough about the poor
unfortunate Mr. Floyd, let's talk
about the rich and prosperous Mr.
Butch. How many bookies you spread
it around with?
(pause)
Eight? How long to collect?
(pause)
So by tomorrow evening, you'll have
it all?
(pause)
Good news Scotty, real good news --
I understand a few stragglers
aside. Me an' Fabian're gonna
leave in the morning. It should
take us a couple days to get into
Knoxville. Next time we see each
other, it'll be on Tennessee time.
Butch hangs up the phone. He looks at the cab waiting to take
him wherever he wants to go.Comment
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BUTCH
(to himself in French
with English
subtitles)
Fabian my love, our adventure
begins.Comment
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EXT. MOTEL (STOPPED RAINING) - NIGHT 43.
Esmarelda's tax pulled into the motel parking lot. The rain
has stopped, but the night is still soaked. Butch gets out,
now fully dressed in tee-shirt, jeans and high school athletic
jacket. He leans in the driver's side window.Comment
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BUTCH
Merci beaucoup. And here's a
little something for the effort.
Butch holds up a hundred dollar bill.
Esmarelda's eyes light up. She goes to take it. Butch holds
it out of reach.Comment
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BUTCH
Now if anybody should ask you about
who your fare was tonight, what're
you gonna tell 'em?Comment
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I need to pee. Brb
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ESMARELDA
The truth. Three well-dressed,
slightly toasted, Mexicans.
He gives her the bill.Comment
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BUTCH
Bon soir, Esmarelda.
ESMARELDA
(in Spanish)
Sleep well, Butch.
He tweaks her nose, she smiles, and he turns and walks away.
She drives off.Comment
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don't forget to aim in the middleOriginally posted by Scott McD
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INT. MOTEL (ROOM SIX) - NIGHT 44.
Butch enters and turns on the light.
Lying curled up on the bed, fully dressed, with her back to us
is Butch's French girlfriend, FABIAN.Comment
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FABIAN
Keep the light off.
Butch flicks the switch back, making the room dark again.Comment
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FABIAN
Poor baby. Can we make spoons?
Butch climbs into bed, spooning Fabian from behind.
When Butch and Fabian speak to each other, they speak in baby-
talk.Comment
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FABIAN
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.Comment
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