Forget it. It's too risky. I'm through doing that shit.
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 fuckin' 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 fuck ? 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 ? - Fuckin' 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 fuckin' phone.
- Cleans the place out. They don't lift a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 gook fuckers 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 gooks,
it's these old fuckin' Jews who've owned the store for 15 fucking generations.
You got Grandpa lrving sitting behind the counter with a fucking 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 fuck.
They're just trying to get you out before you start pluggin' the diners.
Waitresses. Fuckin' forget it. No way they're takin' a bullet for the register.
Busboys. Some wetback gettin' paid $1.50 an hour...
really give a fuck 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 fucking pricks move,
and I'll execute every motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 fuck 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 ] - Goddamn !
- I seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit. - 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 fuckin' 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 nigger gonna do ? He's Samoan.
- I think I know who you mean. What about him ? - Marsellus fucked 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 ? Fuck 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 ass over the balcony. Nigger fell four stories.
He had a little garden down at the bottom enclosed in glass, like a greenhouse.
Nigger 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 pussy out ? No, but it's the same fuckin' ballpark.
Whoa, stop right there. Eatin' the bitch out...
and givin' the bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fucking thing.
- It's not. It's the same ballpark. - Ain't no fuckin' 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 fuckin' ballpark; it ain't the same league; it ain't the same fuckin' sport.
- Foot massages don't mean shit ! - Have you ever given a foot massage ?
[ Scoffs ] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages.
- I'm the foot fuckin' master. - You given a lot of them ?
Shit, yeah ! Got my technique down and everything. I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Would you give a guy a foot massage ?
- Fuck you. - [ Chuckles ]
- You give 'em a lot ? - Fuck 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 motherfuckin' house,
fuckin' up the way the nigger talks; that shit ain't right.
Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I kill the motherfucker.
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 fuckin' 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.
Fuckin' Marsellus knew it. And Antwan should've fuckin' better known better.
That's his fuckin' wife, man. This ain't a man with a sense of humor about this shit.
You know what I'm sayin' ?
It's an interestin' point.
Come on. Let's get into character.
- What's her name again ? - 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 motherfucker. 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 shit hid. - It's over--
I don't remember askin' you a goddamned 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 ass ain't talkin' your way outta this shit. - 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 fucked 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, motherfucker ! 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, motherfucker !
- Say "what" one more goddamn time ! - H-H-He's black.
- Go on ! - He's bald !
- Does he look like a bitch ? - What ?
- [ Gunshot ] - [ Screaming ]
Does he look... Iike a bitch ?
- No ! - Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch ?
- I didn't. - Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett !
- You tried to fuck him. - [ Gasping ] No, no.
But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked 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 shit is over and done--
I think you're gonna find yourself one smilin' motherfucker.
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 motherfuckin' fact of life.
But that's a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about.
You see, this business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers.
Motherfuckers who thought their ass 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 nigger ?
Certainly appears so.
[ Chuckles ]
The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting.
That's pride fuckin' with you.
Fuck pride !
Pride only hurts.
It never helps.
You fight through that shit.
'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 ass goes down.
Say it.
In the fifth, my ass goes down.
Yo, Vincent Vega. Our man in Amsterdam.
Jules Winfield, our man in lnglewood. Get your asses on in here.
- Goddamn, nigger, 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 fuckin' funny ?
- Not a goddamn thing. - I got to piss.
Look, I'm not a fuckin' 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 fuckin' jokes, and that's it.
Hey, my name's Paul, and this shit's between y'all.
Then what'd you fuckin' ask me about it for ?
[ Whispers ] Asshole.
- 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 nigger, get your ass 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 penis.
- 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 nipple 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 clit,
- 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 fellatio.
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 shit.
But this one is a fuckin' madman.
Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.
Am I a nigger ? Are we in lnglewood ? No.
You're in my home. Now, white people who know the difference...
between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to.
Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with that Amsterdam shit...
- any old day of the fuckin' week. - That's a bold statement.
This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market.
Coke is fuckin' dead as... dead.
Heroin, it's comin' back in a big fuckin' 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 shit 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 fucker did the other day ?
- What ? - Fuckin' keyed it.
- Oh, man, that's fucked up. - Tell me about it.
I had it in storage for three years.
It was out five days, and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it.
They should be fuckin' 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 asshole.
- It'd been worth him doin' it just so I could've caught him. - What a fucker !
What's more chicken-shit than fuckin' with a man's automobile ?
- Don't fuck 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 fuck 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.
Goddamn, that's a pretty fuckin' good milkshake !
-Told ya. -I don't know if it was worth $5, but it's pretty fuckin' good.
[ Music Continues ]
- Don't you hate that ? - Hate what ?
Uncomfortable silences.
Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit 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 fuck 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 goddamn !
Goddamn ! Goddamn.
[ 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.
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 piss.
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 fucking Christ.
You fu-- Oh, Jesus Christ !
Oh, fuck me. Fuck me !
Oh-- Come on, girl. We're gettin' outta here. We gotta walk now.
[ Tires Screeching ]
Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia !
Fuck !
[ 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 ]
Fuck 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 goddamn phone's ringing !
I can hear it.
I thought you told those fuckin' assholes never to call here this late !
Yeah, I told them.
And that is exactly what I'm going to tell this fucking asshole right now.
- [ Woman On Television ] Don't you dare strike me ! - Hello.
Lance ! Vincent.
I'm in big fuckin' 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 fuckin' O.D.in' on me ! - Well, don't bring her here !
I'm not even joking with you ! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house !
- No choice. - Wh-- She's O.D.in' ?
- She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man ! - [ Man On TV ] Just dandy.
Okay, then you bite the fuckin' bullet, 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 !
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 fucking mind ?
- You were talking about drug shit on a cellular phone ! - Lance, help me.
- You crashed your car into my fucking house ! - Grab her feet.
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 am a fucking 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.
- Shit. - [ Grunts ]
Lance !
Shit.
It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning.
What the fuck'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 !
- Fuck you ! Fuck you too ! - What a fuckin' bitch.
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 fuck 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 fucking kill you if you don't shut up ! - Lance, get in here !
- Right ? Pig. - Get the fuck outta my way.
- Quit fuckin' 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 fuckin' black magic marker ! Christ.
- Come on, man. Hurry up ! - Fuck ! 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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 gooks 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 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...
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 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 lndochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice...
ready to pop a cap in his ass.
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.
- What does it mean ? - I'm an American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
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 fuck'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, fuck 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 fuckin' place, he'd still be alive.
[ Hawks, Spits ]
Yeah, well, who gives a fuck ? 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, 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 days to get down to Knoxville.
Okay, my brother.
[ Laughing ] You're right.
You're goddamn 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 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 the belly ? - Right in the belly.