Ohh ! I'd smother you !
- I'd drop it right on your face 'til you couldn't breathe ! - [ Laughing ]
- You'd do that ? - Yeah.
- Promise ? - Yeah.
[ Moaning Softly ]
- Mmm. - Mmm.
[ Moaning, Laughing ]
Oh. [ Inhaling ]
[ Grunting ]
Did you get everything ?
- Yes, I did. - Good job, Sugar Pop.
Did everything go as planned ?
- You didn't listen to the-- Ow ! - [ Giggles ]
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.
[ Moaning ]
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--
[ Moans ]
Say it.
- [ Moans ] - Fabienne,
I want you to be with me.
- Forever ? - Forever and ever.
Do you love me ?
Very, very much.
[ Moaning ]
- Butch. - Yes ?
Will you give me oral pleasure ?
Will you kiss it ?
But you first.
- Okay. - Okay.
[ Moans ]
Butch.
Mon amour. L'aventure commence.
[ Moaning Continues ]
- [ Shower Water Running ] - [ Butch Grunting ]
[ Butch ] I think I cracked a rib.
- Giving me oral pleasure ? - No, retard, from the fight.
- Don't call me "retard." - [ Slurred Voice ] My name is Fabby.
- My name is Fabienne ! - Stop it.
- Stop it ! - My name is Fabi--
Shut up, fuckhead ! I hate that mongoloid voice.
Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- [ Water Stops ] - [ Butch ] I take it back.
Will you hand me a dry towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip ?
- Oh, I like that. I like being called a tulip. - [ Coughs ]
"Tulip" is much better than "mongoloid."
I didn't call you a mongoloid. I called you a retard.
And I took it back.
- [ Grunts ] - 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 kind of money...
that we can live like hogs in the fathouse forever.
I was thinking maybe we could go down someplace in the South Pacific.
Kind of money we're gonna have's 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, we could go someplace else.
Maybe Tahiti, Mexico.
But I do not speak Spanish.
Well, you do not speak Bora-Boran either.
Besides, Mexican's 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. - [ Giggles ]
You'll be my little mamacita in no time.
- [ Yawning ] ¿ Que hora es ? - ¿ Que hora es ?
- What time is it ? - What time is it ?
Time for bed.
Sweet dreams, jellybean.
[ Spits ]
Butch ?
Never mind.
[ Brushing ]
[ Motorbike Engines Racing, Explosions On TV ]
Aah ! [ Panting ]
Merde ! You startled me. Did you have a bad dream ?
- [ Yawns ] - [ Motorcycle Engines, Explosions Continue ]
[ Panting Continues ]
- What is this you're watching ? - A motorcycle movie.
I'm not sure the name.
- Are you watching it ? - In a way.
It's a little early in the morning for explosions and war.
- What was it about ? - How should I know ? You were the one watching 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.
[ Both Moaning ]
[ Fabienne ] Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast.
One more kiss, and I'll get up.
[ Moans ]
- Satisfied ? - [ Exhaling ] Yep.
- [ Grunts ] Get up, lazy bones ! - Ohh !
- Ohh. God. - [ Giggles ]
- What time is it ? - Almost nine in the morning.
- What time does our train arrive ? - Eleven.
- 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 ?
Wow, that looks nice. [ Giggles ]
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 ?
- [ Laughing ] - 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've fuckin' looked. What the fuck do you think I'm doin' ?
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.
- [ Rummaging ] - Well, it should be.
Yes, it most definitely should be, but it's not here now ! So where the fuck is it ?
Fabienne, where's 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've 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 didn't get it.
Then I did.
Are you sure ?
No.
Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck !
Motherfucker ! Motherfuckin'--
- [ Screaming ] - [ Crash ]
Do you know how fucking stupid you fucking are ?
No ! [ Grunts ]
It's not your fault.
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.
[ Exhaling ]
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 shoulda told you that.
You're not a mind reader.
Are you ?
[ Sniffling ]
I-- I'm sorry.
Don't be. Just means I can't have breakfast with you.
Why does it mean that ?
Because I gotta go back to my apartment and get my watch.
Won't the gangsters be looking for you there ?
Well, that's what I'm gonna 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. Okay ? - Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
Shit ! Of all the fuckin' things she could fuckin' 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 Screeching ]
[ Engine Stops ]
[ Radio Announcer ] Visit the Jackrabbit Slim's nearest you...
[ Car Horn Playing "La Cucaracha" ]
[ Radio Announcer ] i EI burro !
[ Ice Cream Truck Bells ]
[ Children Playing, Crying ]
[ Woman, Children Talking ]
- [ Girl Talking ] - [ Dog Barking ]
[ Woman Continues Talking ]
Lookin' good, Butch.
[ Toilet Flushes ]
[ Crash, Glass Shattering ]
[ Smoke Alarm Beeping ]
[ Beeping Continues ]
[ Beeping Continues, Faint ]
[ Baby Talking ]
- [ Engine Starts ] - [ Radio: "Flowers On The Wall" ]
lf I were walkin' in your shoes
Countin' flowers on the wall That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty-one
That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch.
- Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo - They keep underestimatin' ya.
Now don't tell me
[ Singing Along ] Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' 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
- Anyway my eyes - Motherfucker.
- Are not accustomed-- - Uhh !
[ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Woman ] Do you think he's dead ? - 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, then he crashed into that car.
- Who ? - Him.
I'll be damned.
[ Women Screaming ]
[ Grunting, Panting ]
- [ Gunshot ] - Ohh !
[ Woman Screaming ]
- Aaaah ! I'm shot ! - [ Grunting ]
[ Screaming Continues ]
[ Grunting, Groaning ]
- [ Grunts ] - [ Gunshot ]
- [ Man ] Sally ! Sally ! - [ Grunting Continues ]
[ Panting ]
- [ Gunshot ] - Aaah !
[ Radio: Whistling ]
[ Marsellus, Muffled ] Motherfucker !
- [ Door Bells Jingling ] - [ Panting ]
- Can I help you with somethin' ? - Shut the fuck up.
Now you just wait a goddamn minute, now !
What the fuck you up to ?
- Come here, motherfucker ! - [ Both Grunting, Groaning ]
- [ Marsellus Groaning ] - You feel that sting, huh, big boy ?
That's pride fuckin' with you, see ?
You gotta fight through that shit ! [ Grunting ] Huh ?
- You'd better kill me-- - Yeah, somebody's gonna get killed.
Somebody's gonna get their motherfuckin' head blown to--
- [ Shotgun Cocks ] - Hold it right there, goddamn it.
- This ain't none of your business, mister. - I'm makin' it my business.
- Toss the weapon. - You don't understand, man.
Toss the weapon.
[ Panting ]
[ Woman On Radio ] It's time
- To find love - Take your foot off the nigger,
- [ Music Continues ] - put your hand behind your head,
approach the counter right now.
- This motherfucker's trying to... - [ Groans ]
kill me.
Shut up. Keep comin'. Come on.
lf love
ls shelter
[ Radio: Whistling ]
Zed. Maynard.
Yeah, the spider just caught a couple flies.
Whoa, my angel
[ Receiver Hangs Up ]
Down to you
[ Both Grunting, Groaning ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Gagging ]
Nobody kills anybody in my place of business...
- except me or Zed. - [ Doorbell Chimes ]
That's Zed.
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
- [ Zed ] I thought you said you waited for me. - [ Maynard ] I did.
[ Footsteps Descending Stairs ]
[ Zed ] Then how come they're all beat up ?
They did that to each other, man. They came in fightin'.
Now, this 'un right here, he was gonna shoot that one.
Is that right ? You gonna shoot him, boy ?
Huh ?
Hey, is Grace all right out front ?
- Yeah. It ain't Tuesday, is it ? - No, it's Thursday.
- She oughta be fine. - Mmm.
[ Sighs ] Well, bring out the Gimp.
I think the Gimp's sleepin'.
Then I guess you'll just have to go wake him up now, won't you ?
Get up.
Get down.
[ Tapping Fingers ]
Which one of 'em you wanna do first ?
- [ Tapping Fingers ] - [ Zed ] I ain't for sure yet.
[ Whispering ] Eenie-meenie-minie-mo,
catch a nigger...
by his toe.
If he hollers, let him go.
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo.
My mother said...
pick the perfect one,
and... you... are...
it.
-[ Zed ] Guess that means you, big boy. -[ Muffled ] Fuck you !
- [ Muffled Mumbling ] - Shh.
- You wanna do it in here ? - No, let's take him back to Russell's old room.
Sounds good to me.
[ Muffled Yelling ]
[ Grunting ]
You keep an eye on this 'un. [ Sniffs ]
[ Radio: "Comanche" by The Revels ]
[ Zed, Maynard Talking, Yelling ]
- [ Grunting ] - [ Talking, Yelling Continue ]
[ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting ]
- [ Giggling ] - [ Grunting Continues ] Yeah !
[ Grunting, Straining ]
[ Zed Shouting ] Now ! Go ! Come on, motherfucker !
- Now, motherfucker ! Aaah ! [ Grunting ] - [ Giggling Continues ]
- [ Slapping ] - [ Zed Shouting ] Come on ! Yeah !
- [ Music Continues ] - [ Muffled Yelling ]
- [ Grunting Continues ] - [ Zed ] Yeah !
[ Slapping, Grunting Continue ]
- Ohh ! - Yeah !
- [ Music Continues, Faint ] - [ Zed, Faint ] Yeah ! Yeah !
Yeee ! Yeeee-hah !
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
[ Loud Grunt, Yelling ]
[ Grunting, Yelling Continue ]
[ Zed ] Yeah !
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting Continues ]
Come on ! Get down there !
Aaah ! Do it ! Yeah !
[ Music Continues, Louder ]
[ Zed Shouting ] Yeah ! Yeah !
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Marsellus Screaming, Muffled ]
- [ Maynard ] Shut the fuck up ! - [ Screaming Continues ]
[ Maynard ] Fuck him !
[ Zed ] Come on !
- [ Marsellus Groaning, Muffled ] - Fuck him. Yeah.
[ Continues Yelling, Stops ]
Aaaaah !
[ Groaning ]
- Aaaaah ! - [ Music Stops ]
[ Groans ]
- [ Groans ] - [ Thud ]
You want that gun, don't ya, Zed ?
Huh ?
Go ahead and pick it up.
Go ahead. Pick it up.
[ Breathing Heavily ]
Come on-- Thatta boy !
I want you to pick it up, Zed.
[ Shotgun Cocking ]
- [ Breathing Slowly ] - Step aside, Butch.
[ Zed Wheezing ]
Fuck ! [ Groaning ]
- You okay ? - [ Groaning Continues ]
No, man.
I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
[ Zed Screams ]
[ Loud, High-Pitched Scream ]
- [ Groaning Continues ] - What now ?
"What now" ?
- Let me tell you what now. - [ Groaning, Coughing ]
I'm gonna call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggers...
to go to work on the homes here...
with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.
You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy ?
I ain't through with you by a damn sight !
I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
I meant what now between me and you.
Oh, that "what now."
- I tell you what now between me and you. - [ Wheezing ]
There is no me and you.
Not no more.
[ Groaning, Coughing ]
So, are we cool ?
Yeah, we cool.
- [ Loud Groan ] - Two things.
Don't tell nobody about this.
This shit is between me, you...
and Mr. "Soon-To-Be-Livin' The-Rest-Of-His-Short-Ass- Life-ln-Agonizing-Pain"...
rapist here.
It ain't nobody else's business.
Two:
You leave town tonight. Right now.
And when you gone,
you stay gone,
- or you be gone. - [ Loud Groan, Coughing ]
You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal ?
Deal.
Get your ass outta here.
[ Zed Wheezing ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Groaning Continues ]
Oh, shit.
[ Door Bells Jingling ]
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Engine Stops ]
Fabienne ! [ Groans ]
Fabienne ! [ Groaning Continues ]
Fabienne ! Come on, baby.
- Come on. Get your shit. We gotta go right now. - I was so worried.
- What about our bags ? - Fuck the bags; if we don't split right now, we'll miss the train.
- I'll be downstairs. - Is everything well ?
- Just come on ! No talking now ! - Are we in danger ?
[ Groaning Continues ]
Come on, honey !
Where did you get this motorcycle ?
- It's not a motorcycle, baby. It's a chopper. Let's go. - What happened to my Honda ?
I'm sorry, baby, I had to crash that Honda. Will you come on now, please ?
Come on. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- You're hurt ? - No, no, I might've broken my nose. It's no biggie.
Come on. Hop on. Baby, please, we--
Honey, we gotta hit the fuckin' road ! Get on !
- Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Come here, come here. - [ Weeping Quietly ]
I'm sorry. Mmm.
- I'm so sorry. - You were gone so long, I started to think dreadful thoughts.
I didn't mean to worry you. Everything's fine.
- How was your breakfast ? - It was good.
Did you get the blueberry pancakes ?
They didn't have blueberry; I had to get buttermilk. Are you sure you're okay ?
Since I left you, this has been, without a doubt,
the single weirdest fuckin' day of my life-- I'll tell you all about it.
Gotta go. Come on.
Butch, 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.
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Jules ] Yes, you did, Brett !
You tried to fuck him, and Marsellus Wallace don't liked to be fucked...
by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
- Oh, God, please. I don't wanna die. - You read the Bible, Brett ?
- [ Whimpering ] Yes ! - Well, there's this passage I got memorized.
Sorta 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. - [ Whimpering Continues ]
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."
- [ Groans Loudly ] - [ Gunshots ]
[ Screams ]
I'm fucked. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
- [ Vincent ] ls he a friend of yours ? - Oh, goddamn. Goddamn.
[ Jules ] Hmm ? Oh. Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.
- Better tell him to shut up. He's gettin' on my nerves. - Fuck. [ Muttering ]
Marvin. Marvin ! I'd knock that shit off if I was you.
- [ Door Slams ] - Die, you motherfuckers ! Die !
[ Hammer Clicking ]
Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom ?
Slip your mind ? Did you forget that 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 fuckin' dead, man.
I know. We was lucky.
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.
That's right. That's exactly what it means.
God came down from Heaven and stopped these motherfuckin' bullets.
I think it's time for us to leave, Jules.
Don't do that. Don't fuckin' blow this shit off !
- What just happened here was a fuckin' miracle ! - Chill. 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 fuckin' dead, my friend !
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 talkin' about this gunfight he had in the hallway with this guy, right ?
He just unloaded on this guy and nothin' happened. He didn't hit nothin'.
Okay ? It was just him and this guy.
I mean, you know, it's, it's freaky, but it happens.
You wanna play blind man, go walk with the shepherd, but me, my eyes are wide fuckin' 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. Goddamn it. - Don't blaspheme.
- I said, don't do that ! - Hey, why are you fuckin' freakin' out on us ?
Look, I'm tellin' Marsellus today-- I'm through.
- Why don't you tell him at the same time why ? - Don't worry, I will.
- And I bet you $10,000 he laughs his ass off. - I don't give a damn if he does.
[ Sighs ] Marvin, what do you make of all this ?
Man, I don't even have an opinion.
You gotta have an opinion. You think God came down from Heaven and stopped--
- [ Gunshot ] - What the fuck's happenin' ?
- Aw, shit, man ! - Aw, man !
- Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face. - Why the fuck'd you do that ?
I didn't mean it. It was an accident.
- Man, I seen some crazy-ass shit in my time, but this-- - Chill out, man !
It was an accident. We probably went over a bump or somethin'.
The car ain't hit no motherfuckin' bump.
I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off.
Look at this fuckin' mess ! We're on a city street in broad daylight here !
- I don't believe it ! - Well, believe it now, motherfucker !
We gotta get this car off the road. Cops notice shit like a car drenched in blood.
- Just take it to a friendly place, that's all ! - This is the Valley, Vincent.
Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.
- Well, Jules, this ain't my fuckin' town, man ! - Shit !
- What you doing ? - I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.
-Where's Toluca Lake ? -Over the hill here, by Burbank Studios.
If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we gonna do,
'cause I ain't got no other partners in 818.
Jimmie, how you doin', man ? It's Jules. Just listen up, man.
Me and my homeboy are in a car, and we gotta get it off the road, pronto.
I need to use your garage for a couple hours.
We gotta be real fuckin' delicate with this Jimmie situation.
He's one remark away from kickin' our asses out the door.
- If he does, what do we do ? - We ain't leavin' 'til we make 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 tellin' him what's what.
Just tell him not to be abusive.
He kinda freaked out back there when he saw Marvin.
Put yourself in his position-- It's 8:00 in the morning, he just woke up.
He wasn't expectin' this shit.
We gotta remember here who's doin' who a favor.
If that favor means I gotta take shit, he can stick that favor straight up his ass.
- Fuck, nigger, what the fuck'd you just do to his towel, man ? - I was dryin' my hands !
- You're supposed to wash 'em first ! - You watched me wash 'em.
- I watched you get 'em wet. - I was washin' 'em. This shit's hard to get off.
Maybe if he'd had Lava I coulda done a better job.
I used the same fuckin' soap you did,
and when I finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn maxi-pad !
What if he was to come in here and see his towel like this ?
It's shit like this that's gonna bring this situation to a head, man !
Look, I ain't threatenin' you or nothin', 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.
Mmm ! Goddamn, Jimmie !
This some serious gourmet shit.
Me and Vincent would've been satisfied...
with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice.
Right ? [ Chuckles ]
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 fuckin' 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 'cause when I drink it, I wanna 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.
- Jimmie, don't even worry-- - Don't tell me about anything. I wanna ask you a question.
When you came pulling in here,
did you notice the sign on the front of my house that said, "Dead Nigger Storage" ?
- You know I ain't seen no-- - Did you notice the sign on the front of my house...
that said, "Dead Nigger Storage" ?
No. I didn't.
- You know why you didn't see that sign ? - [ Sighs ] Why ?
'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business, that's why !
- We're not gonna store the motherfucker-- - Don't you fuckin' realize...
that if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced ?
No marriage counselor. No trial separation. I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.
Okay ? And I don't wanna get fuckin' divorced !
Man, you know, fuck, I wanna help you, but I don't wanna lose my wife doin' it.
Jimmie, Jimmie, she ain't gonna leave you.
Don't fuckin' "Jimmie" me, Jules ! Okay ? Don't fuckin' "Jimmie" me.
There's nothin' you're gonna say that's gonna make me forget I love my wife. Is there ?
Now, look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half.
The graveyard shift at the hospital.
You gotta make some phone calls ? You gotta call some people ?
Well, then, do it, and then get the fuck out of my house before she gets here.
That's Kool and the Gang. We don't wanna fuck your shit up.
All I wanna do is call my people and get 'em to bring us in.
You're fucking my shit up right now !
You're gonna fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home.
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 fuckin' shit she'll freak.
That ain't no kinda 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.
She comes home from a hard day's work, finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen...
doing a bunch of gangster shit,
there ain't no tellin' what she's liable to do.
[ All Gasping ]
Yeah, I grasp that, Jules.
All I'm doing is contemplating the ifs.
I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs !
All I want to hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker.
Chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly."
You ain't got no problem, Jules.
I'm on the motherfucker.
Chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly.
You sendin' the Wolf ?
Oh, you feel better, motherfucker ?
Shit, yeah, negro !
That's all you had to say !
- [ Piano ] - [ Man ] She the hysterical type ?
- When is she due ? - [ Partygoers Chattering ]
Mm-hmm.
Give me the principals' names again.
[ Man ] Place your bets.
- Jules. Mm-hmm. - Cards, please.
Vincent.
Jimmie.
Bonnie. Mm-hmm.
It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Doorbell Rings ]
You're... Jimmie, right ? This is your house ?
- It sure is. - I'm Winston Wolf. I solve problems.
- Good. We got one. - So I heard. May I come in ?
Uh, yeah. Please do.
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 ?
Uh, one hundred percent.
- Your wife Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the a.m., correct ? - Uh-huh.
I was led to believe if she comes home and finds us here, she wouldn't appreciate it much.
- She wouldn't at that. - That gives us 40 minutes to get the fuck outta 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 ya ? Thought I smelled some coffee back there.
- Would you make me a cup ? - Uh, yeah, sure.
Oh, uh, um, how do you take it ?
Lotsa cream, lotsa sugar.
About the car, is there anything I need to know ? Does it stall ?
Does it smoke ? Does it make a lot of noise ? ls there gas in it ?
- Aside from how it looks, the car's cool. - Positive ?
Don't get me on the road and I find out the brake lights don't work.
- As far as I know, the motherfucker's tip-top. - Good enough.
Let's go back to the kitchen.
[ Exhales ]
- Here you go, Mr. Wolf. - Thank you, Jimmie.
Mmm.
Okay, first thing. You two.
Take the body, stick it in the trunk.
This looks to be a pretty domesticated house.
- That would lead me to believe you got cleansers and shit. - Yeah. 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 talkin' 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.
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 gotta soak that shit up.
We need to raid your linen closet.
I need blankets, I need comforters, quilts, bedspreads.
The thicker the better, the darker the better. No whites. Can't use 'em.
We'll need to camouflage the front seat and back seat and floorboards...
with quilts and blankets,
so if a cop starts stickin' 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.
"Please" would be nice.
- 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'd better fuckin' do it and do it quick.
I'm here to help. If my help's not appreciated, lotsa luck, gentlemen.
No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that; your help is definitely appreciated.
Mr. Wolf, listen. I don't mean disrespect, okay ? I respect you.
I just don't like people barkin' orders at me.
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 wanna get out of this.
So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fuckin' car.
Don't be lookin' at me like that, all right ? I can feel your look.
It's a 1974 Chevy Nova.
[ Sipping ]
Green.
Nothin' except for the mess inside.
Mmm, about 20 minutes.
Nobody who'll be missed.
You're a good man, Joe. Thanks a bunch.
- How we comin', Jimmie ? - Pretty good.
- I got it all here, but, uh, - [ Sighs ]
- Mr. Wolf, you gotta understand something. - Winston, Jimmie, Winston.
Okay. You gotta understand something, uh, Winston.
Uh-- Uh, no, thank you.
Uh, this is our best linen here,
and it's, uh-- it was a wedding present...
from my Uncle Conrad and my Aunt Ginny.
- They're not with us anymore. I wanna help-- - Let me ask you a question.
- If you don't mind. - No, no, please. Go ahead.
Your Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny, were they millionaires ?
No.
Well, your Uncle Marsellus is.
And I'm positive that 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.
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 he is wrong...
that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings ?
Get the fuck out my face with that shit !
The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull...
- on account of your dumb ass. - I got a threshold, Jules, for the abuse that I will take.
Right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, and you got me in the red.
I'm just sayin' it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red.
That's all. I could blow.
- Oh, you ready to blow ? - Yeah.
Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker.
Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T.
I'm the Guns of the Navarone.
In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back ?
You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail ! We're fuckin' switchin'.
I'm washin' windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull !
Fine job, gentlemen.
You may get out of this yet.
I can't believe this is the same car.
Well, let's not start suckin' 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. We got about 15 minutes...
before Jimmie's better half comes pulling into the driveway.
Goddamn, 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.
Strippin' off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary.
Toss 'em in Jimmie's garbage bag.
Don't do nothin' stupid, like leavin' this shit out front for the garbageman to pick up.
Don't worry, we're taking it with us. Jim, the soap.
- Vincent. - [ Wolf ] Okay, gentlemen.
You both been to County before, I'm sure. Here it comes.
- Goddamn ! The water's fuckin' cold ! - Yo ! Yo ! Yo !
Better you than me, gentlemen. [ Chuckling ]
- Don't be afraid of the soap. Spread it around. - [ Yelling Continues ]
- Get 'em there a little bit. Vincent's hair. - Hey, get out of my hair !
- Come on. Do it, goddamn it ! Do it ! - Uh, um--
Towel.
[ Wolf ] You're dry enough. Toss 'em their clothes.
[ Wolf Laughing ] Perfect.
Perfect. We couldn't have planned this better.
You guys look like--
What do they look like, Jimmie ?
- Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. - [ Laughing ]
- [ Both Laughing ] - Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.
Come on, gentlemen. We're laughing our way right into prison.
Don't make me beg.
Okay, gentlemen, let's get our rules of the road straight.
We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow.
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 goin' 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 fuckin' thing 'til 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 ?
The gun went off. I don't know why. I'm cool. I promise you.
Fair enough. Now, I drive real fuckin' fast, so keep up.
If get my car back any different than I gave it,
Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
- [ Metal Door Slamming ] - [ Engine ldling ]
Outta my way, Rex.
- We cool ? - Like it never happened.
- [ Vincent ] All right. - Boys, this is Raquel.
Someday all this will be hers.
Hi. So, what's with the outfits ?
- You guys going to a volleyball game or something ? - [ Wolf Laughs ]
I'm takin' milady out for breakfast.
Maybe I could drop you two off. Where do you live ?
- Redondo. - Inglewood.
It's-- It's your future. I--
I see a-- a cab ride.
Move outta the sticks, fellas. Say good night, Raquel.
- Good night, Raquel. - I'll see you guys around.
Stay outta trouble, you crazy kids.
Mr. Wolf, I just wanna tell you it was a real pleasure watching you work.
Yeah, really. And thank you very much, Mr. Wolf.
Call me Winston.
- You see that, young lady ? Respect. - [ Alarm Deactivates ]
- Respect for one's elders shows character. - I have character.
- Because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character. - [ Chuckles ]
- [ Tires Screeching ] - Wanna share a cab ?
- I'd go for some breakfast. Feel like havin' breakfast with me ? - [ Phone Dialing ]
Cool.
I don't know why, I just thought he'd be European or something.
- Yeah, he's about as European as fuckin' English Bob. - I know that now.
- But was he cool or what ? - Thank you.
Totally fuckin' cool, in control.
Didn't even really get pissed when you were fuckin' with him; I was amazed.
- [ Chuckles ] - Want some bacon ?
No, man, I don't eat pork.
- Are you Jewish ? - 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.
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 eatin' nothin' ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
- What about a dog ? Dog eats its own feces. - I don't eat dog either.
Yeah, 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 talkin' about one charming motherfuckin' pig.
I mean, he'd have to be ten times more charming than that Arnold on Green Acres.
[ Both Laughing ]
Oh, man, that's good.
That's good, man. You're startin' to lighten up.
You've been sittin' there, all serious and shit.
- I just been sittin' here, thinkin'. - About what ?
- About the miracle we witnessed. - Miracle you witnessed.
- I witnessed a freak occurrence. - What is a miracle, Vincent ?
- Act of God. - And what's an act of God ?
When, um, God makes the impossible possible.
But this morning...
- I don't think qualifies. - Hey, Vincent.
See, that shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way.
It could be God stopped the bullets, changed Coke to Pepsi, found my 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 fuckin' with me: I don't know why.
- But I can't go back to sleep. - You're serious.
You're really thinkin' about quittin'.
- For life ? Most definitely. - Yeah.
Fuck. What you gonna do then ?
Well, that's what I been sitting here contemplating.
First I'm gonna deliver this case to Marsellus.
Then, basically, I'm just gonna walk the Earth.
- What you mean, "walk the Earth" ? - 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 ?
- 'Til God puts me where He wants me to be. - 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,
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 gonna be, man.
You're gonna be a fuckin' bum.
Look, my friend, this is just where you and I differ.
Garçon ! Coffee !
Jules, look, what happened this morning, man, I agree it was peculiar.
- But water into wine, l-- - All shapes and sizes, Vincent.
- Don't fuckin' talk to me that way, man. - If my answers frighten you,
then you should cease asking scary questions.
I'm gonna take a shit.
Let me ask you something.
When did you make this decision ? When you were sittin' there eatin' that muffin ?
Yeah. I was sittin' here eatin' my muffin, drinkin' my coffee,
replayin' the incident in my head,
when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.
Fuck. To be continued.
- I love you, Pumpkin. - I love you, Honey Bunny.
- Everybody be cool ! This is a robbery ! - [ Customers Murmuring ]
Any one of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers !
- You got that ? You just be quiet over there ! - Waitresses on the floor !
Get on the fuckin'-- Get the fuck down !
You're in a blind spot. Take your dames over to that booth, on the count of ten !
- Mexicans, out of the fucking kitchen ! - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8--
What the fuck are you doing, you fucking yuppie ? Get down !
- Get down ! - Throw those bags !
- Fucking move ! Move ! - [ Ranchero ]
- [ Cooks Speaking Spanish ] - Move ! Get the fuck--
Get down on the fucking floor !
Grandpa ! Down !
I'm the manager here, and there's no problem. No problem at all.
- You gonna give me a problem ? - No, sir, I'm not.
Thought you said you were gonna give me a fucking problem !
- I think we got a hero here, Honey Bunny. - Well, just execute him !
- [ Panting ] - I am not a hero.
- I'm just a coffee shop manager. - Get the fuck down !
The restaurant's ours !
- Just take whatever you want. - [ Panting ]
- You talk to the customers. - Yeah.
You tell them to be fucking cool and everything will be over.
- You understand me ? - Yes !
Listen, everybody.
Be calm, cooperate,
and this'll all be over in a minute !
Get the fuck down ! Well done.
[ Country/Western Muzak ]
All right, now, people, gonna come around and collect your wallets !
You don't fucking talk. You just throw 'em 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 nothin' on me, man.
In the bag.
What am I waiting for ? ln the fucking bag.
Laura. Laura. Tips. In the bag.
- 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. In the bag.
- What's in the case ? - My boss's dirty laundry.
- Your boss makes you do his laundry ? - When he wants it clean.
- Sounds like a shit job. - Funny, I was thinkin' the same thing.
- Open it. - 'Fraid I can't do that.
- I didn't hear you. - Yes, you did.
What's going on ?
- Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst. - 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.
- If you don't take your hand off that case, it'll be your last. - Stop causing problems !
You'll get us all killed ! Give 'em what you got and get 'em outta here !
Shut the fuck up, fat man ! This ain't none of your goddamn business !
Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool.
No problem. I got it under control.
Now, I'm gonna count to three.
If you don't open that case, I'm gonna unload in your fucking face.
We clear ?
One.
Two.
- Three. - Okay, Ringo.
You win.
It's yours.
- Open it. - [ Latches Springing ]
[ Honey Bunny ] Hey, what is it ?
What is it ?
Is that what I think it is ?
Mm-hmm.
It's beautiful.
[ Giggling ] Goddamn it, what is it ?
You let him go ! You let him go !
- Let go of him, or I'm gonna kill you ! - Tell that bitch to be cool.
- Say, "Bitch, be cool !" Say, "Bitch, be cool !" - Be cool ! Be cool !
- Tell that bitch to chill ! - You're gonna die so fuckin' bad !
- Chill that fuckin' bitch out ! - Chill out, Honey Bunny !
- Let go of him ! - Chill out, Honey Bunny !
- Now, promise her it's gonna be all right ! - I promise !
- Tell her to chill ! - Chill out, Honey Bunny !
- Now tell me her name. - Yolanda.
All right, now, Yolanda, 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 ?
- Come on, Yolanda ! What's Fonzie like ? - He's cool.
- 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.
And when you do it,
you do it cool.
You ready ?
One,
two,
three.
- [ Panting ] Okay, now you let him go ! - Yolanda !
I thought you were gonna be cool. Now, when you yell at me, it makes me nervous.
When I get nervous, I get scared.
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.
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 wanna kill you; I wanna 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 this morning...
to just hand it over to your dumb ass.
- Vincent ! - [ Yells ]
- Be cool ! Yolanda, it's cool, baby. - Get back !
It's cool ! We still just talkin'.
- Come on. Point the gun at me. Point the gun at me. There you go. - [ Yolanda Whimpering ]
Now, Vincent, you just hang back...
and don't do a goddamn thing.
Tell her it's still cool.
- It's still cool, Honey Bunny. - How we doin', baby ?
I-- I gotta go pee.
I wanna go home.
Hang in there, baby. 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. - Now,
I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.
- Which one is it ? - It's the one that says "Bad Motherfucker."
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 dollars.
Okay, put it in your pocket. It's yours.
Now, with the rest of those wallets and the register,
that makes this a pretty successful little score, huh ?
Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 1,500 dollars, 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' something 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."
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 coldblooded shit to say to a motherfucker...
before I popped a cap in his ass.
But I saw some shit this morning 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. 9-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'm the tyranny of evil men.
But I'm tryin', Ringo.
I'm tryin' real hard...
to be the shepherd.
Go.
I think we should be leaving now.
- [ "Surf Rider" ] - Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
[ Music Continues ]