URGE O VERKILL SINGING: Girl
You'll be a woman soon
Soon
You'll need a woman
I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're sayin', girl, just cuts like a knife
The boy's no good
Well, I finally have found what I've been lookin' for
But if they get a chance, they'll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby, I've done...
You see, this is a moral test of oneself.
Whether or not you can maintain loyalty.
Because being loyal is very important.
[Singing] They never get tired of puttin' 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, you're gonna say...
"Good night. I've had a very lovely evening."
Walk out the door and get in the car.
Go home, jerk off, and that's all you're gonna do.
URGE O VERKILL SINGING: Now it's up to you, girl
You'll be a woman soon
Please
Come take my hand
[Whimpers]
You'll be a woman soon
Soon
You'll need a man
[Door opens]
All right, Mia. So, listen, I gotta go.
All right?
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
You f...Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
Oh, come on, girl. We're gettin' out of here.
We gotta walk now.
[Tires screeching]
VINCEN T: Don't fucking die on me, Mia.
Silly fuck.
[Beeping]
[Beep]
[Line ringing]
Answer!
[Telephone ringing]
MAN ON TV: Have you got the ring?
SECOND MAN: Why, certainly.
FIRS T MAN: Join hands, you two love birds.
SECOND MAN: Uh-uh.
WOMAN: Please. Please. Hurry up.
Yes, yes, yes, indeed.
Hold hands, you love birds.
[Ring]
[Indistinct chattering on TV]
[Line rings]
Fuck you, Lance! Answer!
[Ring]
[Chattering continues on TV]
[Ring]
WOMAN ON TV: Now, what do you say?
MAN ON TV: I give up, I'll marry you!
[Ring]
Lance! The goddamn phone's ringing!
[Ring]
I can hear it.
I thought you told those fuckin' assholes...
never to call here this late.
Yeah, I told 'em...
and that is exactly what I'm going to tell...
this fucking asshole right now.
WOMAN ON TV: I'll teach you a thing or two.
Don't you dare strike me!
Hello?
Lance, Vincent.
I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man.
I'm comin' to your house.
Whoa, whoa. Hold your horses, man.
Wh-what's the problem?
I got this chick, she's fuckin' O.D. Ing on me.
Don't bring her here.
I'm not even fucking joking with you, man.
Don't not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-butt to my house.
No choice.
She's O.D. In'?
She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man!
OK, well, then you bite the fuckin' bullet...
and you take her to a hospital and call a lawyer.
Negative.
This is not my fuckin' problem, man!
You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this!
Are you talking 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]
[Crash]
What the hell was that?!
Have you lost your fucking mind?!
You were talking about drug shit on a cellular ph...
Lance, help me.
You crashed your car into my fuckin' house!
Grab her feet.
Hey, hey, hey! Are you deaf?
You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house!
This fucked-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife.
Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is?
Yeah.
If she croaks on me, I'm a fucking grease spot!
I will be forced to tell him that you did not help...
and that you let her die on your fuckin' lawn.
Now, come on, help me. Help me. Pick her up.
LANCE: Shit!
Lance!
Shit!
It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning.
What the fuck's going on out here?
TV: Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Who's she?
Go to the fridge and get the adrenaline shot.
What's wrong with her?
- She's O.D. Ing! - Get her out of here!
BOTH: Get the shot!
Fuck you! Fuck you, too!
What a fuckin' bitch.
Just keep talkin' to her.
She's gettin' the shot.
I'm gonna go get my little black medical book.
What the fuck you need a medical book for?
I never had to give an adrenaline shot before.
You've never given an adrenaline shot?
I never had to.
I don't go joypopping with a bunch of bubblegummers.
My friends can handle their highs.
- Get the shot! - I am if you'll let me.
I ain't fucking stopping you!
Well, stop talkin' to me. Start talkin' to her!
- Get the shot! - All right!
Hurry up, Lance! We're losin' her!
I'm lookin' as fast as I can!
What's he lookin' for?
I don't know. Some book.
What are you lookin' for?
My little black medical book!
What are you lookin' for?
A little black fuckin' medical book!
It's like a textbook they give to nurses.
I never saw no medical book.
Well, 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 lookin' for it, she's gonna die on our carpet.
You're never gonna find anything in this mess.
Honey, I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't shut up!
Get in here!
Christ.
Get the fuck out of my way.
Pig.
Quit fuckin' around and give her the shot.
While I'm doin' this...
you take off her shirt and find her heart.
- It's got to be exact? - Yeah, exact.
A shot in the heart, so I guess it's gotta be exact.
I don't know exactly where her heart is. I think it's here.
- That's it. - This it?
What I need is a big fat magic marker.
- You got it? - What?
A magic marker! A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker!
- All right. - Hurry up.
Fuck. OK, OK, OK. I think it's ready.
- Hurry up, man. Hurry up. - I'll tell you what to do.
No, no, no. You're gonna give her the shot.
- You're gonna give her the shot. - I ain't givin' her the shot.
- I never done this before.
I ain't never done it before, either. I ain't startin' now.
You brought her here, that means you're gonna give her the shot.
The day I bring an O.D. Ing bitch to your house...
then I give her the shot. Give her the shot.
- Give it to me. - Here.
Give me that.
Tell me what to do.
OK. You're giving her an injection of adrenaline...
straight to her heart, but she's got a breastplate.
You've got to pierce through that.
You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
I gotta stab her three times?
No! You don't gotta stab her three times. Just once.
But hard enough to get through her breastplate into her heart.
Once you do that, you press down on the plunger.
OK, then what happens?
I'm kind of curious about that myself.
This ain't no fuckin' joke, man!
- Am I gonna kill her? - No, no!
She's supposed to come out of it like that.
All right. Count to three. Ready?
One...
two...
Three!
[Gasping]
Aah! Aah! Aah!
[Gasping for air]
[Coughing]
[Gasping]
If you're all right, then say something.
Something.
Ha ha. That was fuckin' trippy. Ha ha ha ha.
VINCENT: Uhh.
LANCE: Oh, man.
[Car pulls up]
[Car door 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 don't need to know nothin' 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 gonna go home and have a heart attack.
Vincent!
Do you want to hear my "Fox Force Five" joke?
Sure.
Except that 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.
OK.
Three tomatoes are walking 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, "Catch up."
Hmm. Hmm.
Ketchup.
See you around.
[Dog barking]
Oh, that Paddlefoot... he funny, silly dog.
He think totem pole alive. Hee hee hee!
KLONDIKE: He arctic tenderfoot.
Ho ho ho ho!
That totem pole been here forever.
BUTCH'S MOM: Butch?
[Paddlefoot barks]
[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]
Butch, stop watching TV a second.
Yeah?
We got a special visitor.
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.
[Sighs]
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 had been me who'd...
not made it...
Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son... Jim.
But the way it turned out...
I'm talkin' to you...
Butch.
I got somethin' 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 till 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...
Till your gr anddad, Dane Coolidge...
was called upon by his country...
to go overseas and fight the Germans once again.
This time they called it World War II.
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 Island.
Your granddad was facing death.
He knew it.
None of those boys had any illusions...
about ever 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 had never met before in his life...
to deliver to his infant son...
who he had 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 gr andmother...
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 that if the gooks ever saw the watch...
they'd confiscate it...
take it away.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright.
He'd be damned if any slopes put their greasy yellow hands...
on his boy's birthright, so he hid it...
in one place he knew he could hide somethin'... his ass.
Five long years he wore this watch up his ass.
Then he died of dysentery, he give me the watch.
I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass, two years.
Then... after seven years...
I was sent home to my family. And...
now...
little man, I give the watch to you.
[Bell dings]
[Gasps]
[Crowd cheering]
[Sniffs]
It's time, Butch.
[Announcer speaking indistinctly]
[Butch blowing]
[Grunting]
... weighing 210 pounds...
Floyd Ray Wilson!
[Crowd cheering]
[Bell dinging]
SPORTSCASTER: It's official. It's official. Wilson is dead!
SECOND SPORTSCASTER: Dan, that had to be the bloodiest...
and the most brutal fight this city has ever seen.
Coolidge left faster than I've ever seen a victorious boxer...
leave the ring.
Do you think he knew Wilson was dead?
DAN: My guess would be yes, Richard.
I could see the frenzy in his eyes...
give way to the realization of what he was doing.
I think any man would have left the ring that fast.
RICHARD: Do you feel this tragedy...
is gonna have an effect on the world of boxing?
DAN: Such a tragedy can't help but shake the boxing world...
to its very foundations...
but par amount importance is during the sad weeks ahead...
the eyes of the WBA remain...
[Horn honks]
[Tires squeal]
[Knocks on door]
Mia.
Marsellus?
I didn't do it, man.
How you doin'?
Great. I never thanked you for dinner.
What you got?
He booked.
His trainer?
Says he don't know nothin'. I believe him.
Think Butch surprised his ass same as us.
No, we don't wanna think, we wanna know.
Take him to the kennel, sic the dogs on his ass.
We'll find out for goddamn 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 motherfucker.
If Butch goes to Indochina...
I want a nigger hidin' in a bowl of rice...
ready to pop a cap in his ass.
I will take care of it.
[Car driving]
[Colombian accent] Mister?
ESMARELDA: Hey, mister?
What?
You were in that fight.
ESMARELDA: The fight on the radio.
You're the fighter?
Now, what gave you that idea?
No, ho, 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.
[Sighs, sniffs]
Sorry about that, Floyd.
[Butch sniffs]
What does it feel like?
What does what feel like?
Killing a man.
Beating another man to death with your bare hands.
Are you a weirdo?
[Chuckles] No.
It is a subject I have much interest in.
You are the first person I've met...
who has killed somebody.
So...
what does it feel like to kill a man?
[Sniffs, exhales] I'll tell you what.
You give me one of them cigarettes you got up there...
and I'll tell you all about it.
[Butch sighs]
So...
Esmarelda...
Villalobos.
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.
What does it mean?
I'm an American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
So, moving right along, Esmarelda.
What is it you wanna know?
I want to know what it feels like to kill a man.
I couldn't tell ya.
I didn't know he was dead until 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.
[Speech inaudible]
What the fuck 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, fuck him, Scotty.
If he was a better boxer, he'd still be alive.
He never laced up his gloves...
which he never shoulda done in the first fuckin' place...
he'd still be alive.
[Spits]
Yeah, well...
who gives a fuck? It's over now.
Well, enough about the poor unfortunate Mr. Floyd.
Let's talk about the rich and prosperous Mr. Butch.
How many bookies you lay it around on?
All eight?
How long to collect?
[Sniffs] So you'll have it all by tomorrow night?
No, I understand, a few stragglers aside.
Oh, fuck, 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 of days to get to Knoxville.
OK, my brother.
[Chuckles]
You're right. You're goddamn right.
All right, Scotty.
Next time I see you, we'll be on Tennessee time.
Be cool, brother.
[Tires squeal]
[Engine running]
45.60.
And, uh, here's a little... somethin' 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 Villalobos.
Buenas noches, Butch.
[Sighs]
FABIENNE: [French accent] Keep the light off.
Is that better, sugar pop?
Oui.
Hard day at the office?
Pretty hard.
I got in a fight.
Poor baby.
Can we make spoons?
You know what? I was thinkin' about takin' a shower.
I'm stinkin' like a dog over here.
Mmm. 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 lookin' at yourself in the mirror...
and you wish you had some pot?
A pot.
A pot belly.
Pot bellies are sexy.
Well, you should be happy...
'cause you have one.
[Chuckling] 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.
[Kisses]
Would you like it if I had a pot belly?
No. Pot bellies make a man...
Iook either oafish or like a gorilla.
But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy.
The rest of you is normal.
Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass...
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 my belly? - Right in the belly.
Ah! I'd smother you.
I'd drop it right on your face till you couldn't breathe.
[Butch laughing]
You'd do that?
Yes. Yes.
[Moans]
[Moaning]
[Both moan, both laugh]
Did you get everything?
Yes, I did.
Good job, sugar pop.
Did everything go as planned?
You didn't listen to the... Ow!
[Fabienne chuckles]
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.
Mmm.
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...
[Exhales]
Say it.
Fabienne...
I want you to be with me.
Forever?
Forever and ever.
Do you love me?
Very, very much.
[Sighs]
Mmm.
Butch?
Yes.
Will you give me oral pleasure?
Will you kiss it?
But you first.
OK.
Mmm.
Butch.
Mon amour. L'aventure commence.
Mmm.
[Fabienne moans]
[Shower running]
[Butch groaning]
I think I cracked a rib.
Giving me oral pleasure?
No, retard. From the fight.
Don't call me retard.
[Mongoloid voice] My name is Fabby.
My name is Fabienne.
Stop it. Stop it.
My name is Fabienne.
Shut up, fuckhead!
I hate that mongoloid voice.
OK, OK. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
[Shuts off water]
I take it back.
Would you hand me a dry towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?
Oh, I like that.
I like being called a tulip.
Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
I didn't call you a mongoloid.
I called you a retard, and I took it back.
Uhh. [Sniffs]
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 kinda money...
that we can live like hogs in the fat house forever.
I was thinkin' maybe we could go down...
someplace in the South Pacific.
The kinda money we're gonna have...
is 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...
go someplace else, maybe Tahiti. Mexico.
But I do not speak Spanish.
Well, you do not speak Bora Boran, either.
Besides, Mexican is 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.
You'll be my little mamacita in no time.
[Yawning] ? Que hor a es?
What time is it?
Time for bed.
Sweet dreams, jellybean.
[Spits]
Butch?
Never mind.
[Fabienne brushing teeth]
[Motorcycle driving on TV]
Ohh!
Merde.
You startled me.
Did you have a bad dream?
Shit.
What is this you're watching?
A motorcycle movie.
I'm not sure the name.
Are you watchin' it?
In a way.
It's a little early in the morning...
for explosions and war.
What was it about?
How should I know, Fabienne?
You were the one who was watchin' 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.
- Mmm. - Mmm.
Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast?
One more kiss, and I'll get up.
Mmm.
Satisfied?
[Inhales, exhales] Yep.
Then get up, lazy bones.
Ohh.
[Chuckles]
God. Unh.
What time is it?
Almost 9:00 in the morning.
What time does our train arrive?
11:00.
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?
Ah, that looks nice.
[Chuckles]
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?
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 fucking looked.
What the fuck do you think I'm doing?
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.
Well, it should be.
It most definitely should be, but it's not here now.
So where the fuck is it?
Fabienne...
that was my father's fucking 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 shit you could set on fire...
but I specifically reminded you not to forget the fucking watch!
Now think.
Did you get it?
I believe so.
You believe so? What the fuck does that mean?
You either did, or you didn't get it!
Then I did.
Are you sure?
No.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Motherfucker!
- Motherfucker! - Aah!
Do you know how fucking stupid you fucking are?
No!
It's not your fault.
If 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.
[Exhales]
I reminded you about it, but I didn't illustrate...
how personal the watch was to me.
If all I gave a fuck about was the watch...
I should've told you that.
You're not a mind reader, are you?
[Sniffles]
L... I'm sorry.
Don't be.
It just means I can't have breakfast with you.
Why does it mean that?
Because I got to go back to my apartment and get my watch.
Won't the gangsters be looking for you there?
Well...
that's what I'm going to 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, OK?
OK.
Bye.
Shit! Of all the fucking things she could fucking 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 squeal]
[Woman talking]
[Horn honks "La Cucaracha"]
[Neighbors chattering]
[Dog barking]
Lookin' good, Butch.
[Toilet flushes]
Aah!
[Glass shatters]
[Alarm beeping]
[Child chattering]
[Starts engine]
["Flowers on the Wall" playing]
THE S TATLER BRO THERS SINGING: Flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn
With a deck of 51
That's how you're going to beat 'em, Butch.
They keep underestimating you.
THE S TATLER BRO THERS SINGING: Kangaroo
Now, don't tell me
[Singing along] Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin'...
THE S TATLER BRO THERS SINGING: Solitaire till dawn
With a deck of 51
Smoking cigarettes
And watching "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
Motherfucker.
Huhh!
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, and then he crashed into that car.
Who?
Him.
I'll be damned.
[Crowd yells]
Uhh.
Aah! Aah! Uhh!
WOMAN: Aah!
I'm shot!
Uhh!
[Woman screaming]
Uhh! [Fires gun]
[Grunting]
[Catches breath]
- [Fires gun] - Uhh!
[Man whistling on radio]
[Marsellus shouts]
[Door opens, bells ring]
- Can I help you with something? - Shut the fuck up.
MAYNARD: Now, you just wait a goddamn minute now.
What the fuck are you up to?
Come here, motherfucker!
- Uhh! - Uhh!
MARSELLUS: Uhh!
You feel that sting, big boy, huh?
That's pride fucking with you, see?
You got to fight through that shit.
Uhh! Huh?
You better kill me.
Yeah, somebody's going to get killed.
Somebody's going to get their motherfucking head blown to...
Hold it right there, God damn it.
This ain't none of your business, mister.
I'm making it my business.
Toss the weapon.
You don't understand, man.
Toss the weapon.
[Woman singing on radio]
Take your foot off the nigger.
Put your hands behind your head.
Approach the counter right now.
This motherfucker's trying to kill me.
Shut up.
Keep a-comin'. Come on.
Uhh!
[Man whistling on radio]
Zed, it's Maynard.
Yeah. The spider just caught a couple flies.
[Woman singing on radio]
[Maynard hangs up phone]
[Both groaning]
[Butch spits]
[Maynard sets down container]
[Butch gags]
Nobody kills anybody in my place of business except me or Zed.
[Doorbell rings]
That's Zed.
ZED: I thought you said you waited for me.
I did.
So how come they're all beat up?
They did that to each other, man.
They came in fighting.
Now, this one right here, he was going to shoot that one.
Is that right?
You going to shoot him, boy?
Huh?
Hey, is Grace all right out front?
Yeah. It ain't Tuesday, is it?
No. It's Thursday.
She ought to be fine.
Mm-hmm.
Ahh. Well...
Bring out The Gimp.
I think The Gimp's sleeping.
I guess you'll just have to go wake him up, now, won't you?
[Maynard unlocks lock]
[Unlocks lock]
Get up.
Get down.
[Zed taps The Gimp's head]
Which one of 'em you want to do first?
[Zed sighs]
[Zed taps The Gimp's head]
I ain't for sure yet.
[Whispering] Eenie, meenie, minie, mo.
ZED: Catch a nigger by the toe.
If he hollers...
let him go.
Eenie, meenie...
minie, mo.
My mother said...
ZED: To pick the perfect one...
and you are...
ZED: It.
ZED: I guess that means you, big boy.
[Muffled speech]
Shh.
[Marsellus stops]
You want to do it in here?
No. Let's do it back there in Russell's old room.
Sounds good to me.
[Muffled speech]
[Muffled yelling]
Uhh. Uhh.
You keep an eye on this one.
[Music playing]
[Maynard and Zed chattering]
ZED: Yeah!
Uhh!
[Zed grunting rhythmically]
[The Gimp giggling]
ZED: Yeah!
ZED: Yeah, go!
Come on, motherfucker!
Now, motherfucker!
[Zed slaps]
ZED: Come on!
Yeah!
THE GIMP: Uhh! Uhh! Aah!
Aah!
ZED: Yeah!
[Zed grunting]
ZED: Yeah!
ZED: Yee!
Yee-haw!
Go!
[Bells ring]
Come on, motherfucker!
Aah!
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
Come on!
[Bells ring]
ZED: Yeah!
Yeah!
Uhh!
Now, motherfucker!
Aah!
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Come on!
Now!
Yeah!
ZED: Yeah!
Yeah, baby!
[Muffled moaning]
MAYNARD: Shut the fuck up!
[Muffled moaning continues]
MAYNARD: Fuck!
Come on!
Yeah.
[Muffled moaning]
Haah!
[Maynard moaning]
Aah!
Ohh!
Ohh! Uhh!
BUTCH: You want that gun, don't you, Zed?
Go ahead and pick it up.
Go ahead, pick it up.
Come on. Atta boy.
I want you to pick it up...
Zed.
[Cocks rifle]
MARSELLUS: Step aside, Butch.
Uhh!
[Zed wheezes]
Fuck!
You OK?
No, man.
[Zed moans]
I'm pretty fucking far from OK.
ZED: Uhh!
ZED: Aah!
[Zed moans]
What now?
ZED: Uhh!
What now?
Let me tell you what now.
[Zed groans]
I'm going to call a couple of hard pipe-hitting niggers...
to go to work on the homes here...
with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.
You hear me talking, hillbilly boy?
MARSELLUS: I ain't through with you by a damn sight.
I'm going to get medieval on your ass.
I meant, what now between me and you?
[Zed whimpers]
Oh, that what now.
I tell you what now between me and you.
There is no me and you...
not no more.
[Zed groans]
So are we cool?
Yeah, we cool.
[Zed groans]
Two things...
Don't tell nobody about this.
This shit is between me, you...
and Mr. Soon To Be Living...
The Rest Of His Short-Ass Life In Agonizing Pain...
rapist here.
It ain't nobody else's business.