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.
Two...
You leave town tonight...
right now.
And when you're gone...
you stay gone... or you be gone.
[Zed coughs]
You lost all your L.A. Privileges. Deal?
Deal.
Get your ass out of here.
[Door closes]
[Zed wheezes]
Ohh!
[Zed moans]
Uhh!
[Bells ring]
[Revs engine]
Fabienne!
Fabienne. Come on, baby, come on.
Get your shit. We got to go right now.
FABIENNE: I was so worried. What about our bags?
BUTCH: Fuck the bags. If we don't split right now...
we'll miss the train. I'll be downstairs.
FABIENNE: Is everything well?
BUTCH: Just come on! No talking now.
FABIENNE: Are we in danger?
[Groans]
Come on, honey!
Where did you get this motorcycle?
It's not a motorcycle, baby. It's a chopper.
Come on, let's go.
What happened to my Honda?
I'm sorry, baby. I had to crash that Honda.
Will you come on now, please?
BUTCH: Come on, let's go, let's go.
FABIENNE: You're hurt?
No, no. I might've broken my nose.
It's no biggie. Come on, hop on.
Baby, please.
Honey, we got to hit the fucking road. Get on.
I'm sorry. Come here, come here.
I'm sorry. [Kisses] I'm so sorry.
You were gone so long I started to think dreadful thoughts.
Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to worry you.
- How was your breakfast? - It was good.
Did you get the blueberry pancakes?
They didn't have blueberry pancakes.
I had to get buttermilk. Are you sure you're OK?
Honey, since I left you, this has been without a doubt...
the single weirdest fucking day of my life.
Come on, hop on. I'll tell you all about it.
Come on, get on. Gotta go.
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.
[Revs engine]
JULES: Yes, you did, Brett!
- You tried to fuck him. - No.
JULES: And Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked...
By anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
Oh, God, please. I don't want to die.
JULES: You read the Bible, Brett?
BRETT: [Sobs] Yes!
JULES: Well, there's this passage I got memorized.
It sort of 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.
"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."
Uhh!
Aah!
I'm fucked. I'm fucked.
VINCENT: Is he a friend of yours?
JULES: Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.
VINCENT: Better tell him to shut the fuck up.
He's getting on my nerves.
JULES: Marvin. Marvin!
I'd knock that shit off if I was you.
[Door opens]
Die, you motherfuckers! Die!
[Gun clicking]
Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom?
Slip your mind?
You forget someone was in there with a goddamn hand-cannon?
You see the size of that gun he fired at us?
It was bigger than him.
We should be fucking dead, man.
VINCENT: I know. We was lucky.
JULES: No, no, no, no. That shit 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.
JULES: That's right. That's exactly what it means.
God came down from Heaven...
and stopped these motherfucking bullets.
I think it's time for us to leave, Jules.
Don't do that. Don't fucking blow this shit off.
JULES: What just happened here was a fucking miracle.
VINCENT: Chill, Jules. This shit happens.
Wrong. Wrong. This shit 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 fucking dead, my friend.
JULES: What happened here was a miracle...
and I want you to fucking acknowledge it.
All right, it was a miracle.
Can we go now?
Let's go, nigger. Come on.
Shit.
VINCENT: You ever seen that show "Cops"?
I was watching it one time, and there was this cop on...
and he was talking about this gunfight...
he had in a hallway with this guy, right?
And he just unloaded on this guy...
and nothing happened. He didn't hit nothing.
OK? It was just him and this guy.
I mean, you know...
it's freaky, but it happens.
You want to play blind man, go walk with the shepherd...
but me, my eyes are wide fucking open.
What the fuck does that mean?
It means that's it for me.
From here on in, you can consider my ass retired.
- Jesus Christ. - Don't blaspheme.
- God damn it. - I said don't do that.
Why are you fucking freaking out on us?
Look, I'm telling Marsellus today.
I'm through.
Why don't you tell him at the same time why?
Don't worry. I will.
VINCENT: Yeah, and I'll bet you $ 10,000...
he laughs his ass off.
I don't give a damn if he does.
Marvin, what do you make of all this?
MARVIN: Man, I don't even have an opinion.
You got to have an opinion.
Do you think that God came down from Heaven and stopped...
[Gunshot]
What the fuck's happening? Oh, shit, man!
VINCENT: Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Why the fuck did you do that?
Well, I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident.
Oh, man, I've seen some crazy-ass shit in my time...
Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident.
You probably... You went over a bump or something.
Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump.
Hey, look, man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch.
The gun went off. I don't know why.
Well, look at this fucking mess, man!
We're on a city street in broad daylight.
I can't believe it, man.
Well, believe it now, motherfucker.
We got to get this car off the road.
You know, cops tend to notice shit...
like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.
This is the Valley, Vincent.
Marsellus ain't got no friendly places.
Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man!
- Shit! - What you doing?
I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.
Where's Toluca Lake?
It's just over the hill here, over by Burbank Studios.
If Jimmie's ass ain't home...
I don't know what the fuck we going to do, man...
'cause I ain't got no other partners in 818.
Jimmie, yo, how you doing, man?
It's Jules. Just listen up, man.
Me and my homeboy are in some serious fucking shit, man.
We're in a car, and we got to get off the road pronto.
I need to use your garage for a couple hours.
JULES: We got to be real fucking delicate...
with this Jimmie situation.
He's one remark away from kicking our asses out the door.
VINCENT: If he does, what do we do?
JULES: We ain't leaving till we made 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 telling him what's what.
VINCENT: Just tell him not to be abusive, that's all.
He kind of freaked out back there when he saw Marvin.
JULES: Well, put yourself in his position.
It's 8:00 in the morning.
He just woke up. He wasn't expecting this shit.
Shit, we got to remember here who's doing who a favor.
VINCENT: If that favor means that I got to take shit...
then he can stick that favor straight up his ass.
JULES: Nigger, what the fuck did you just do to his towel?
VINCENT: I was drying my hands.
JULES: You're supposed to wash them first.
You watched me wash them.
I watched you get them wet.
I was washing them. This shit's hard to get off.
Maybe if he had Lava, I could've done a better job.
I used the same fucking soap you did...
and the towel didn't look like no goddamn maxipad.
What if he was to come in here and see his towel like this?
It's shit like this that'll bring this situation...
to a head, man.
Look...
I ain't threatening you with nothing, 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.
JULES: Mmm. Goddamn, Jimmie.
This is some serious gourmet shit.
JULES: Me and Vincent would've been satisfied...
with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, right?
Heh! And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us.
What flavor is this?
Knock it off, Julie.
What?
I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is.
I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is.
When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit.
I buy the gourmet expensive stuff...
because when I drink it, I want 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 nigger in my garage.
Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about it.
I don't think about anything. I want to ask you a question.
When you came pulling in here...
did you notice a sign out in the front of my house...
that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jimmie, you know I didn't see no shit...
Did you notice a sign in the front of my house...
that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
No. I didn't.
JIMMIE: You know why you didn't see that sign?
Why?
'Cause it ain't there...
'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business!
Jimmie, we're not going to store the motherfucker.
Don't you fucking realize, man, that if Bonnie comes home...
and finds a body in her house, I'm going to get divorced?
No marriage counselor, no trial separation.
I'm going to get fucking divorced, OK?
And I don't want to get fucking divorced.
Now, man, you know, fuck, I want to help you...
but I don't want to lose my wife doing it, all right?
Jimmie, she ain't going to leave you.
Don't fucking "Jimmie" me, Jules!
OK? Don't fucking "Jimmie" me.
There's nothing you're gonna say that's gonna make me forget...
that I love my wife, is there?
Look, you know...
she comes home from work in about an hour and a half.
Graveyard shift at the hospital.
You got to make some phone calls?
You got to call some people?
Well, then do it, and get the fuck out of my house...
before she gets here.
That's Kool and the Gang.
We don't want to fuck your shit up.
I want to call my people, get them to bring us in.
You're fucking my shit up right now!
You'll fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home.
So just 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 fucking shit, she'll freak.
That ain't no kind of 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.
JULES: I mean, if she comes home from a hard day's work...
and finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen...
doing a bunch of gangster shit...
there ain't no telling what she's liable to do.
[Gasps]
Yeah, I've grasped that, Jules.
All I'm doing is contemplating the "ifs."
I don't want to hear about no motherfucking "ifs."
All I want to hear from your ass is...
"You ain't got no problem. I'm on the motherfucker.
"Go back in there, chill them niggers out...
"and wait for the cavalry, which will be coming directly."
MARSELLUS: You ain't got no problem, Jules.
I'm on the motherfucker.
Go back in there and chill them niggers out...
and wait for The Wolf, who should be coming directly.
You're sending The Wolf?
Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?
Shit, negro, that's all you had to say.
WOLF: Is she the hysterical type?
When is she due?
Mm-hmm.
Give me the principals' names again.
Jules.
Mm-hmm.
Vincent.
Jimmie.
Bonnie.
Mm-hmm.
It's thirty minutes away.
I'll be there in ten.
[Doorbell rings]
You're Jimmie, right? This is your house?
JIMMIE: Sure is.
I'm Winston Wolf. I solve problems.
JIMMIE: Good. We got one.
So I heard. May I come in?
JIMMIE: Yeah, please do.
WOLF: 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?
JIMMIE: 100%
WOLF: Your wife Bonnie...
comes home at 9:30 in the a.m., is that correct?
JIMMIE: Uh-huh.
I was led to believe if she comes home and finds us here...
she wouldn't appreciate it none too much?
JIMMIE: She wouldn't at that.
That gives us forty minutes to get the fuck out of 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 you?
I thought I smelled some coffee back there.
Would you make me a cup?
JIMMIE: Yeah, sure.
JIMMIE: Oh, how do you take it?
WOLF: Lots of cream, lots of sugar.
About the car... is there anything I need to know?
Does it stall, smoke, make a lot of noise?
Is there gas in it? Anything?
JULES: Aside from how it looks, the car is cool.
WOLF: Positive? Don't get me out there on the road...
I find out the brake lights don't work.
JULES: Man, far as I know, the motherfucker's tiptop.
WOLF: Good enough.
Let's go back to the kitchen.
[Sighs]
JIMMIE: Here you go, Mr. Wolf.
WOLF: Thank you, Jimmie.
Mmm.
WOLF: OK, first thing...
you two, take the body, stick it in the trunk.
Now, Jimmie, this looks to be a pretty domesticated house.
That would lead me to believe that in the garage...
or under the sink, you got a bunch of cleaners and shit?
JIMMIE: Yeah, Mr. Wolf. 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 talking 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.
Now, it don't need to be spick-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 got to soak that shit up.
Now, Jimmie, we need to raid your linen closet.
I need blankets. I need comforters.
I need quilts. I need bedspreads.
The thicker the better, the darker the better.
No whites. Can't use 'em.
We need to camouflage the interior of the car.
We're going to line the front seat and back seat...
and the floorboards with quilts and blankets.
So if a cop stops us and sticks 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.
VINCENT: "Please" would be nice.
WOLF: 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 better fucking do it and do it quick.
I'm here to help.
If my help is not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen.
JULES: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that.
Your help is definitely appreciated.
VINCENT: Mr. Wolf, listen.
I don't mean disrespect, OK? I respect you.
I don't like people barking orders at me, that's all.
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 want out of this...
so pretty please with sugar on top...
clean the fucking car.
Don't be looking at me like that, all right?
I can feel your look.
It's a 1974 Chevy Nova.
Green.
Nothing except for the mess inside.
Mmm, about twenty minutes.
Nobody who'll be missed.
You're a good man, Joe. Thanks a bunch.
How we coming, Jimmie?
JIMMIE: Pretty good. I got it all here...
but, uh...
Mr. Wolf, you got to understand something.
Winston, Jimmie, please. Winston.
JIMMIE: You got to understand something now, Winston.
Uh, no, thank you.
This is our best linen here...
and it was a wedding present...
from my Uncle Conrad and my Aunt Ginny...
and they're not with us anymore.
I really want to help you guys out...
WOLF: Let me ask you a question, Jimmie...
if you don't mind.
JIMMIE: No, please, go ahead.
WOLF: Your Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny...
were they millionaires?
JIMMIE: No.
WOLF: Well, your Uncle Marsellus is...
and I'm positive 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.
JULES: Oh, man.
I will never forgive your ass for this shit.
This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.
Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy...
that once a man admits that he is wrong...
that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings?
JULES: Get the fuck out my face with that shit.
The motherfucker said that shit never had to pick up...
itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.
VINCENT: I got a threshold, Jules.
I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take.
Right now, I'm a fucking race car, all right?
And you got me in the red.
I'm just saying that it's fucking dangerous...
to have a race car in the fucking red, that's all.
- I could blow. - Oh, you ready to blow?
Yeah, I'm ready to blow.
I'm a mushroom cloud-laying motherfucker, motherfucker.
Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm "Superfly TNT."
I'm "The Guns of the Navarone."
In fact, what the fuck am I doing in the back?
You the motherfucker who should be on brain detail.
We fucking switching. I'm washing the windows...
and you picking up this nigger's skull.
WOLF: Fine job, gentlemen.
We may get out of this yet.
JIMMIE: I can't believe this is the same car.
WOLF: Let's not start sucking 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 ass.
Quickly, gentlemen.
WOLF: We got about fifteen minutes...
before Jimmie's better half pulls into the driveway.
Damn. This morning air is some chilly shit.
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.
Stripping off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary.
Toss them in Jim's garbage bag.
JULES: Don't do nothing stupid...
like leaving this shit out front for Otto the Garbageman...
you know what I'm saying?
Don't worry. We're taking it with us.
Jim, the soap.
- Vincent. - OK, gentlemen...
you've both been to County before I'm sure.
Here it comes.
Goddamn! The water's fucking cold.
WOLF: Better you than me, gentlemen.
Ha ha ha!
Don't be afraid of the soap.
Spread it around.
Get him up there a little bit.
JIMMIE: Vincent's hair.
JULES: Come on, do it, God damn it! Do it!
Uh, uh...
Towel 'em.
WOLF: They're dry enough. Toss them their clothes.
[Wolf laughs]
Perfect.
Perfect. We couldn't have planned this better.
You guys look like...
What do they look like, Jimmie?
Dorks.
[Laughs]
They look like a couple of dorks.
[Both laugh]
Ha ha ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.
Come on, gentlemen.
We're laughing our way right into prison.
Don't make me beg.
OK, gentlemen, let's get our rules of the road straight.
We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow.
Now, 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 going 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 fucking thing till I do something.
- Right. - What did I say?
Don't do shit 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?
Mr. Wolf, look, the gun went off.
I don't why.
I'm cool. I promise you.
Fair enough. Now, I drive real fucking fast, so keep up.
If I get my car back any different than I gave it...
Monster Joe's going to be disposing of two bodies.
[Metal clatters]
Out of my way, Rex.
- We cool? - Like it never happened.
VINCENT: All right.
WOLF: Boys, this is Raquel.
Someday, all this will be hers.
Hi. So, what's with the outfits?
RAQUEL: You guys going to a volleyball game or something?
[Wolf laughs]
I'm taking my lady out for breakfast.
Maybe I could drop you two off. Where do you live?
- Redondo. - Inglewood.
It's... it's your future.
L... I see a... a cab ride.
Move out of the sticks, fellas.
Say good night, Raquel.
Good night, Raquel.
I'll see you guys around.
Stay out of trouble, you crazy kids.
Mr. Wolf, I just want to tell you...
it was a real pleasure watching you work.
Yeah, really, and thank you very much, Mr. Wolf.
Call me Winston.
WOLF: You see that, young lady? Respect.
[Car alarm chirps]
Respect for one's elders shows character.
I have character.
Because you are a character...
doesn't mean that you have character.
[Tires squeal]
Want to share a cab?
I could go for some breakfast.
Feel like having breakfast with me?
[Dials phone] Cool.
I don't know why, I thought he'd be European...
Yo, man, he's about as European as English Bob.
I know that now, but...
- Was he cool or what? - Thank you.
Totally fucking cool, in control.
Didn't even really get pissed when you were fucking with him.
I was amazed.
[Jules laughs]
Want some bacon?
No, man. I don't eat pork.
Are you Jewish?
Naw, 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.
Hey, a sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie...
but I'd never know...
'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers.
Pigs sleep and root in shit.
That's a filthy animal.
I ain't eating nothing that ain't got sense enough...
to disregard its own feces.
How about a dog? A dog eats his own feces.
I don't eat dog, either.
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 talking about one charming motherfucking pig.
[Vincent laughs]
He'd have to be ten times more charming...
than Arnold on "Green Acres," you know what I'm saying?
[Laughs]
Oh, man, that's good.
That's good, man. You're starting to lighten up.
You been sitting there all serious and shit.
Man, I've just been sitting here thinking.
VINCENT: About what?
About the miracle we witnessed.
The miracle you witnessed.
I witnessed a freak occurrence.
What is a miracle, Vincent?
An act of God.
JULES: And what's an act of God?
When, um...
God makes the impossible possible.
But this morning I don't think qualifies.
JULES: Hey, Vincent...
Don't you see? That shit don't matter.
You're judging this shit the wrong way.
JULES: I mean, it could be God stopped the bullets...
or he changed Coke to Pepsi, he found my fucking car keys.
You don't judge shit 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 fucking with me.
I don't know why, but I can't go back to sleep.
You're serious?
You're really thinking about quitting?
- The life? - VINCENT: Yeah.
Most definitely.
Fuck.
What you going to do, then?
Well, that's what I've been sitting here contemplating.
First, I'm going to deliver this case to Marsellus.
Then, basically, I'm just going to walk the earth.
What you mean, walk the earth?
You know, 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?
Till God puts me where he wants me to be.
And 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...
VINCENT: Just like all those pieces of shit 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 going to be, man.
You're going to be a fucking bum.
Look, my friend, this is just where you and I differ.
Garcon!
Coffee!
What happened this morning, man, I agree it was peculiar.
WAITRESS: Garcon means boy.
But water into wine. I...
All shapes and sizes, Vincent.
Don't fucking talk to me that way, man.
If my answers frighten you, Vincent...
then you should cease asking scary questions.
I'm going to take a shit.
Let me ask you something.
VINCENT: When did you make this decision?
When you were sitting there eating that muffin?
Well, yeah.
I was sitting here eating my muffin...
and drinking my coffee...
and replaying the incident in my head...
when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.
Fuck.
To be continued.
[Music playing softly]
I love you, Pumpkin.
And I love you, Honey Bunny.
Everybody be cool! This is a robbery!
HONEY BUNNY: Any of you fucking pricks move...
and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers!
You got that?
You just be quiet!
Get the fuck down! Get the fuck down!
You, you're in a blind spot.
Take your dames to that booth on the count of ten.
Mexicans out of the fucking kitchen!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
Where the fuck are you going?
You fucking yuppie! Get down!
Hey, you, throw those bags!
Fucking wanker! Move! Move!
What the fuck are you doing? Move!
HONEY BUNNY: The restaurant's ours!
Move! Get down on the fucking floor!
Grandpa, down!
I'm the manager here...
and there's no problem... no problem at all.
You're going to give me a problem?
MANAGER: No, sir, I'm not.
I thought you said you're going to give me a fucking problem!
You're going to give me a fucking problem?
I think we got a hero here, Honey Bunny!
Well, just execute him!
I am not a hero. I'm just a coffee shop...
Get the fuck down!
The restaurant's ours!
Just take whatever you want.
- You talk to the customers. - Yeah.
You tell them to be fucking cool...
- and everything will be over! - Yeah.
- You understand me? - Yes.
Listen, everybody.
Be calm...
cooperate...
and this will all be over in a minute.
Get the fuck down! Well done.
[Country music playing]
All right, now, people...
I'm going to come around and collect your wallets.
You don't fucking talk.
You just throw them in the bag. Are we clear?
I said, are we fucking clear?
Good. Now wallets out.
PUMPKIN: That's it. Get the fuck down.
In the bag.
In the fucking bag!
CUSTOMER: I don't have nothing on me, man.
PUMPKIN: What am I waiting for? In the fucking bag.
Laura? Laura, tips.
- In the bag. - Yeah.
- Is that a cellular phone? - Yeah.
In the fucking bag.
Tidy up, tidy up. That's it.
Now get the fuck down on the floor.
In the bag.
What's in the case?
My boss's dirty laundry.
Your boss makes you do his laundry?
JULES: When he wants it clean.
Sounds like a shit job.
Funny. I was thinking the same thing.
Open it.
Afraid I can't do that.
I didn't hear you.
Yes, you did.
HONEY BUNNY: What's going on?
PUMPKIN: Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst.
HONEY BUNNY: 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.
You don't take your hand off that case, it'll be your last.
MANAGER: Stop causing problems! You'll get us all killed!
Give 'em what you got and get 'em out of there!
Shut the fuck up, fat man!
This ain't none of your goddamn business.
Be cool, Honey Bunny. Be cool.
It's no problem. I got it under control.
Now I'm going to count to three.
If you don't open that case...
I'm going to unload in your fucking face.
We clear?
One...
two...
- three. - OK, Ringo.
You win.
It's yours.
Open it.
HONEY BUNNY: What is it?
Is that what I think it is?
Mm-hmm.
It's beautiful.
HONEY BUNNY: God damn it, what is it?
You let him go! You let him go! Let go of him!
- Tell that bitch to be cool! - I'm gonna kill you!
- Say, "Bitch, be cool!" - Be cool, Honey Bunny!
- Say, "Bitch, be cool!" - Be cool!
Tell that fuckin' bitch to chill!
PUMPKIN: Be cool, Honey Bunny!
- Chill that fuckin' bitch out! - Chill out, Honey Bunny!
- Let go of him! - JULES: Chill!
Tell her it's going to be all right.
It's going to be all right.
- Promise her! - I promise!
- Tell her to chill! - Just chill out, Honey Bunny!
- Now tell me her name. - Yolanda.
All right, now, Yolanda!
JULES: 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?
JULES: Come on, Yolanda, what's Fonzie like?!
He's cool?
- JULES: 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 ass down.
But when you do it, you do it cool.
You ready?
One...
two...
three.
OK, now you let him go!
JULES: Yolanda, I thought you were gonna be cool.
Now, when you yell at me, it makes me nervous.
JULES: And when I get nervous, I get scared.
And when motherfuckers get scared...
that's when motherfuckers 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.
JULES: Now...
here's the situation.
Normally both your asses...
would be dead as fuckin' fried chicken...
but you happened to pull this shit...
while I'm in a transitional period...
and I don't want to kill you. I want to help you.
But I can't give you this case, 'cause it don't belong to me.
Besides, I been through too much shit over this case...
to just hand it over to your dumb ass.
Vincent!
Be cool!
Yolanda, it's cool, baby! It's cool!
We still just talking!
Come on, point the gun at me!
Point the gun at me! There you go.
Now, Vincent, you just hang back and don't do a goddamn thing.
Tell her we're still cool.
We're still cool, Honey Bunny.
How we doing, baby?
L... I gotta go pee. I want to go home.
JULES: Just hang in there, baby.
You're doin' great. 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.
I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.
Which one is it?
It's the one that says "Bad Motherfucker."
JULES: That's it.
That's my Bad Motherfucker.
Open it up. Take out the money.
JULES: Count it.
How much is there?
About $1,500.
OK, put it in your pocket. It's yours.
With the rest of those wallets and the register...
that makes this a pretty successful little score.
VINCENT: Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod $ 1,500...
and I'll shoot him on general principle.
No, Yolanda, Yolanda!
He ain't gonna do a goddamn motherfuckin' thing.
Vince, shut the fuck up!
Shut up!
Come on, Yolanda, stay with me, baby.
Now, I ain't givin' it to him, Vincent.
I'm buyin' somethin' 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 ass.
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."
Now, I been sayin' that shit for years.
And if you heard it, that meant your ass.
I never gave much thought to what it meant.
I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit...
to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass.
But I saw some shit this mornin' 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. Nine-millimeter here...
he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass...
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 shit ain't the truth.
The truth is...
you're the weak...
and I am the tyranny of evil men.
But I'm tryin', Ringo.
I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd.
JULES: Go on.
[Sighs]
I think we should be leaving now.
Yeah, that's probably a good idea.