[British accent] Forget it. It's too risky.
I'm through doing that shit.
You always say that, the same thing every time.
"I'm through, never again, too dangerous."
I know that's what I always say. I'm always right, too.
But you forget about it in a day or two.
Well, the days of me forgetting are over...
and 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 fucking 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...
about how I'm never gonna do it again.
After tonight.
Correct. I got all tonight to quack.
Can I get anyone more coffee?
HONEY BUNN Y: Oh, yes. Thank you.
You're welcome.
I mean, the way it is now...
you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank.
You take 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?
You don't even need a gun in a federal bank.
PUMPKIN: I heard about this one bloke...
He walks into a bank with a portable phone.
He gives the phone to the teller...
bloke on the other end of the phone 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?
PUMPKIN: Fucking way, it works. That's what I'm talking about!
Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone...
not a pistol, not a shotgun...
a fucking phone. Cleans the place out.
They don't even lift a fucking finger.
Did they hurt the little girl?
I don't know. Probably never was a girl in the first place.
The point isn't the girl. The point is...
they robbed a bank with a telephone.
You want to rob banks?
I'm not saying I want to rob banks.
If we did, it would be easier than what we been doing.
No more liquor stores?
What we been talking 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, they don't even speak fucking English.
You tell 'em, "Empty out the register..."
they don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
They make it too personal.
We keep on, one of these gook fucker's gonna make us kill him.
I'm not gonna kill anybody.
I don't want to kill anybody, 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 fucking Jews...
who've owned the store for fifteen fucking generations.
You got Grandpa Irving sitting behind the counter...
with a fucking Magnum in his hand.
Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone.
See how far that gets you. Fuck it. We're out of it.
Yeah, well, what then? Day jobs?
- Not in this life. - What, then?
Garcon! Coffee!
This place.
WAITRESS: Garcon means "boy."
This place? A coffee shop?
What's wrong with that?
Nobody ever robs restaurants. Why not?
PUMPKIN: Bars, liquor stores, gas stations...
you get your head blown off sticking up one of them.
Restaurants, on the other hand, you catch with their pants down.
They're not expecting to get robbed.
Not as expecting, anyway.
HONEY BUNN Y: I bet you could cut down on the hero factor...
in a place like this.
PUMPKIN: Correct.
Same as banks, these places are insured.
Manager... he don't give a fuck.
He's just trying to get you out the door...
before you start plugging the diners.
Waitresses? Fucking forget it.
No way they're taking a bullet for the register.
Busboys, some wetback getting paid $1.50 an hour...
really give a fuck you're stealing from the owner?
PUMPKIN: Customers sitting with food in their mouths.
They don't know what's going on.
One minute they're having a Denver omelette...
next minute, someone's sticking a gun in their face.
See, I got the idea...
last liquor store we stuck up. Remember?
All the customers kept coming in?
Yeah.
You got the idea taking their wallets.
- HONEY BUNN Y: Mm-hmm. - Now, that was a good idea.
Thank you.
Made more from the wallets than we did from the register.
- HONEY BUNN Y: Yes, we did. - People come to restaur ants.
A lot of wallets.
Pretty smart, huh?
Pretty smart.
I'm ready. Let's do it. Right now, right here.
- HONEY BUNN Y: Come on. - All right.
Same as last time, remember?
You're crowd control. I handle employees.
I love you, Pumpkin.
I love you, Honey Bunny.
Everybody, be cool! This is a robbery!
HONEY BUNN Y: Any of you fucking pricks move...
and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!
[Dick Dale & His Del-Tones play "Misirlou"]
Ha ha ha
[Radio tuning]
[Kool & The Gang play "Jungle Boogie"]
Jungle boogie, Jungle boogie
- Get it on - Jungle boogie
- Get it on
- Jungle boogie - Get up with the boogie
- Jungle boogie - Get up with the get down
- Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie
- Jungle boogie - Come and shake it around
OK, so tell me again about the hash bars.
- OK. What you want to know? - Hash is legal there, right?
Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't 100% legal.
You just can't walk into a restaurant...
roll a joint, and start puffing away.
I mean, they want you to smoke in your home...
- or certain designated places. - And 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 legal to carry it, but... but that doesn't matter...
'cause, get a load of this, all right?
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 going. That's all there is to it.
I'm fucking going.
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 a little different.
Example?
You can go to a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer.
And I don't mean just, like, in no paper cup.
I'm talking about a glass of beer.
And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's.
VINCEN T: And you know what they call...
a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
They don't call it a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese?
VINCEN T: No, man, they got the metric system there.
They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter-Pounder is.
What do they call it?
VINCEN T: They call it a "Royale with Cheese."
- "Royale with Cheese." - VINCENT: That's right.
What do they call a Big Mac?
Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac."
"Le Big Mac." Ha ha ha ha.
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. - Goddamn!
Ha ha ha. I've seen 'em do it, man.
They fucking drown 'em in that shit.
Yuck.
We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
- How many up there? - Three or four.
That's counting our guy?
I'm not sure.
So that means it could be up to five guys up there?
It's possible.
We should have fucking shotguns.
- VINCEN T: What's her name? - JULES: Mia.
Mia. How did Marsellus and her meet?
I don't know. However people meet people.
She used to be an 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's an invention called television...
and on this invention they show shows, right?
Yeah.
The way they pick TV shows, 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 want to make more shows.
Some get chosen and become television programs.
Some don't, become nothing.
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 the nigger gonna do, he's Samoan.
Yeah, I think I know who you mean. What about him?
Well, Marsellus fucked him up good.
Word around the campfire is...
it was on account of Marsellus Wallace's wife.
[Elevator dings]
[Elevator motor engages]
So, what'd he do, fuck her?
No, no, no, no, no. Nothing that bad.
Well, then, what, then?
Gave her a foot massage.
- A foot massage? That's it? - Mm-hmm.
Then what did Marsellus do?
Sent a couple of cats over to his place.
They took him out on his patio, threw his ass over the balcony.
Nigger fell four stories.
They 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.
[Elevator dings]
[Residents chattering indistinctly]
But still, I have to say...
you play with matches, you get burned.
What do you mean?
You don't be giving Marsellus Wallace's new bride...
a foot massage.
You don't think he overreacted?
Well, Antwan probably 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 nothing.
I give my mother a foot massage.
No, it's laying hands in a familiar way...
on Marsellus' new wife.
I mean, is it as bad as eating her pussy out?
No, but it's the same fucking ballpark.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there.
Eating a bitch out and giving a bitch a foot massage...
ain't even the same fucking thing.
It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Ain't no fucking ballpark, neither.
Now, look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine...
but you know touching his wife's feet...
and sticking your tongue in her holiest of holies...
ain't the same fucking ballpark. It ain't the same league.
It ain't even the same fucking sport.
Look, foot massages don't mean shit.
Have you ever given a foot massage?
[Chuckles] Don't be telling me about foot massages.
I'm the foot fucking master.
- You given a lot of 'em? - Shit, yeah.
Got my technique down and everything.
I don't be tickling or nothing.
Would you give a guy a foot massage?
Fuck you.
[Radio plays indistinctly]
- You given 'em a lot? - Fuck you.
You know, I'm kind of tired.
I could use a foot massage myself.
Yo, yo, yo, man. You best back off.
I'm getting a little pissed here.
- This is the door. - There 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.
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 motherfucking house...
fucking up the way the nigger talks. That shit ain't right.
Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass...
'cause I'd kill the motherfucker...
- you know what I'm saying? - I ain't saying it's right.
But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing...
and I'm saying it does.
I've given a million ladies a million foot massages...
and they all meant something.
Now, we act like they don't, but they do.
That's what's so fucking cool about 'em.
There's a sensuous thing going on where, you know...
you don't talk about it, but you know it, and she knows it.
Fucking Marsellus knew it...
and Antwan should've fucking better known better.
I mean, that's his fucking wife, man.
This ain't a man with a sense of humor about this shit.
You know what I'm saying?
It's an interesting point.
Come on. Let's get into character.
VINCEN T: What's her name again?
- Mia. - Mia.
Why you so interested in big man's wife?
Well, he's going 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.
You know, show her a good time. Make sure she don't get Ionely.
You're gonna be taking Mia Wallace out on a date?
It is not a date.
It's just like if you were going to take your buddy's wife...
to a movie or something.
It's just good company, that's all.
[Jules sighs]
It's not a date. It's definitely not a date.
[Jules sighs]
Hey, kids. How you boys doing?
Hey, keep chilling.
You know who we are?
JULES: We're associates of your business partner...
Marsellus Wallace.
You do remember your business partner, don't you?
JULES: Let me take a wild guess here.
- You're Brett, right? - Yeah.
I thought so.
You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace...
don't you, Brett?
Yeah, I remember him.
JULES: Good.
Looks like me and Vincent caught you boys at breakfast.
Sorry about that. What you having?
- Hamburgers. - Hamburgers!
The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.
JULES: What kind of hamburgers?
Ch-ch-cheeseburgers.
JULES: No, no, no, no. Where'd you get 'em?
McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-Box, where?
Um, 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 good.
JULES: You mind if I try one of yours?
- This is yours here, right? - Yeah.
Mmm! This is a tasty burger.
Vincent, you ever had a Big Kahuna Burger?
Want a bite? They're real tasty.
I ain't hungry.
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. Mmm.
You know what they call...
a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in France?
- No. - Tell him, Vincent.
Royale with Cheese.
You know why they call it that?
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.
[Sucking empty]
Ahh.
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 at? - MARVIN: It's over there.
I don't remember asking you a goddamn thing!
- You were saying? - It's in the cupboard.
FLOCK OF SEAGULLS: N-no. The one by your kn-knees.
[Dishes clanging]
JULES: We happy?
JULES: Vincent? We happy?
VINCEN T: Yeah, we happy. Pbbbt.
BRETT: Look... I'm sorry, uh, l... I didn't get your name.
I got yours. Uh, Vincent, right? But... but l... I never got yours.
My name's Pitt...
and your ass ain't talking your way out of this shit.
No, no, no.
I just want you to know how...
I just want you to know how sorry we are...
that things got so fucked up with us and... and Mr. Wallace.
W-we got into this thing with the best intentions. I never...
[Bang]
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
JULES: I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue.
You were saying something about "best intentions."
JULES: What's the matter? Oh, y-you were finished?
Oh, well, allow me to retort.
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
[Stammering] What?
What country are you from?
Wh-what?
"What" ain't no country I ever heard of!
- They speak English in "What"? - [Gasping] Wh-what?
English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Yes!
- Then you know what I'm saying. - Yes!
Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
[Whimpering] What? L...
Say "what" again! Say "what" again!
I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker!
Say "what" one more goddamn time!
[Whimpering] H-h-he's black.
- Go on! - [Gasping] He's bald.
- Does he look like a bitch? - What?
- [Bang] - Oww! Aah!
- Does he look like a bitch? - No!
Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
- I didn't. - Yes, you did.
Yes, you did, Brett!
- JULES: You tried to fuck him. - No.
Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked...
by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
You read the Bible, Brett?
[Gasping] Y-yes.
JULES: 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 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!"
No!
[AI Green's "Let's Stay Together" plays]
Let's stay together
MARSELLUS: I think you're gonna find...
when all this shit is over and done...
I think you're gonna find yourself...
one smilin' motherfucker.
MARSELLUS: Thing is, Butch, right now you got ability.
But painful as it may be, ability don't last.
MARSELLUS: 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.
MARSELLUS: See, this business is filled to the brim...
with unrealistic motherfuckers...
motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine.
[Chuckles]
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-timer's Day.
You came close, but you never made it.
And if you were gonna make it...
You would have made it before now.
AL GREEN SINGING: Good or bad
Or happy or sad
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooooh, ooh
Yeah
MARSELLUS: You my nigger?
It certainly appears so.
Night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting.
That's pride fucking with you.
Fuck pride!
Pride only hurts. It never helps.
You fight through that shit.
'Cause a year from now...
when you're kickin' it in the Caribbean...
you're gonna say to yourself, "Marsellus Wallace was right."
MARSELLUS: Ha ha ha.
I got no problem with that, Mr. Wallace.
MARSELLUS: In the fifth, your ass goes down.
MARSELLUS: Say it.
In the fifth, my ass goes down.
Yo, Vincent Vega, our man in Amsterdam.
Jules Winnfield, our man in Inglewood.
Get your asses on in here!
Goddamn, nigger! What's up with them clothes?
JULES: You don't even want to know.
Where's the big man?
Big man's right over there taking care of some business.
Why don't you hang back for a second or two, you know?
You see the white boy leave, just go on over.
[Paul sighs]
VINCEN T: How you been?
I've been doing pretty good. How 'bout yourself?
All right. [Sniffs]
So, I hear you're taking Mia out tomorrow?
At Marsellus' request.
Have you met Mia?
- Not yet. - [Laughing]
- What's so fucking funny? - Not a goddamn thing.
[Chuckling] I got to piss.
Look, I'm not a fucking idiot, all right?
It's the big man's wife. I'm gonna sit across from her...
chew my food with my mouth closed...
laugh at her fucking jokes, and that's it.
Hey, my name's Paul, and this shit's between y'all.
Then what did you fucking ask me about it for?
[Quietly] Asshole.
[Sighs]
Give me a pack of Red Apples.
- PAUL: Filters? - Nah.
You looking at something, friend?
You ain't my friend, palooka.
What was that?
I think you heard me just fine, punchy.
MARSELLUS: Vincent Vega's in the house?
My nigger. Get your ass over here.
AL GREEN SINGING: You'd never do that to me
- What's up? - I'm sorry.
MARSELLUS: Don't worry about it.
PAUL: Pack of Red Apples. ~$ 1.40.
And some matches.
AL GREEN SINGING: Here's what I want to do
Hey
We ought to stay together
WOMAN: It's as if it turns...
every part of your body into the tip of a penis.
Wow.
I'll lend it to you. It's a great book on piercing.
SECOND WOMAN: Well, you see how they use that gun...
to pierce your ears?
They don't use that to pierce your nipples, too, do they?
Forget that gun.
That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing.
WOMAN: All my piercing, eighteen places on my body...
every one of 'em done with a needle.
Five in each ear. One through the nipple of my left breast.
WOMAN: 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.
VINCEN T: Excuse me.
I was just curious, but, um...
why would you wear a stud in your tongue?
It's a sex thing. Helps fellatio.
Vincenzo. Step into my office.
[Door closes]
LANCE: This is Panda, from Mexico.
Very good stuff. Now, that's Bava.
Different, but equally good.
And that is Choco, from the Hartz 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.
LANCE: This is 500 a gram, but when you shoot it...
you will know where that extra money went.
Now, there's nothing wrong with these two.
This is real, real, real good shit.
But this one is a fucking madman.
Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.
[Chuckles] Am I a nigger?
Are we in Inglewood? 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 fucking week.
That's a bold statement.
[Chuckles] This ain't Amsterdam, Vince.
This is a seller's market.
Coke is fucking dead as... dead.
Heroin is coming back in a big fucking way.
All right, give me three grams of madman.
If it's as good as you say it is...
I'll come back and buy another thousand.
Well, I just hope that I still have some left for you.
But... I'm giving you some out of my own private stash.
That is what a nice guy I am.
Hey, I'm out of balloons. Is a baggie all right?
Yeah, that's cool.
All right. I'll just get one for you.
Honey, will you get me some baggies...
and, uh, twistix from the kitchen?
WOMAN: OK.
Hey, uh, what do you think about Trudi?
She ain't got a boyfriend.
You want to, uh, hang out, get high?
Which one is Trudi?
The one with all the shit in her face.
No, that's Jody. That's my wife.
[Laughing together]
- I'm sorry, man. - Thank you.
[Chuckles] No, I can't. Um, I gotta be someplace.
All right. No problemo.
- I'll take a rain check. - [Knock on door]
- VINCENT: Oh. - JOD Y: Thank you, Jody.
LANCE: Still got your Malibu?
Ah, man. You know what some fucker did the other day?
- LANCE: What? - Fucking keyed it.
- Oh, man, that's fucked up. - VINCENT: Tell me about it.
I had it in storage for 3 years. It was out 5 days...
and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it.
LANCE: They should be fucking killed, man.
No trial, no jury, str aight to execution.
VINCEN T: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it.
I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it.
VINCEN T: It'a been worth him doing it...
just so I could've caught him doing it.
- What a fucker! - What's more chicken shit...
than fucking with a man's automobile?
I mean, 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?
Mi casa, su casa.
Muchas gracias.
[Car engine shuts off]
[Car door opens, closes]
Hello?
DUS TY SPRINGFIELD SINGING: Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
Vincent.
MIA ON IN TERCOM: Vincent. I'm on the intercom.
Where is it? Where is the intercom?
It's on the wall by the two African fellows.
MIA: To your right.
[Singing]... was the son of a preacher man
The only boy...
MIA: Warm. Warmer. Disco.
Hello.
MIA: 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.
MIA: The bar is by the fireplace.
DUS TY SPRINGFIELD SINGING: Being good isn't always easy
OK.
[Singing] When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss 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 knows he was, - Ooh, yes, he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' 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, he was
Oh, yes, he was
MIA: Let's go.
What the fuck is this place?
This is Jack Rabbit Slim's. An Elvis man should love it.
Come on, Mia, let's go get a steak.
You can get a steak here, daddy-o.
Don't be a...
VINCEN T: Oh, after you, kitty cat.
[Motorcycle engines roaring]
[Cheering, applause]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Now, how may I help you?
MIA: There's a reservation under Wallace.
- Wallace? - We reserved a car.
Oh, a car. Why don't you seat them in the Chrysler?
RICKY NELSON SINGING: Throw a nickel in the jukebox
Then we start to rock
School gal, baby, gonna tell you some news
You sure do look good in them baby doll shoes
Well, it's one, two, pull off my shoes
Three, four, get out on the floor
Five, six, gonna get your kicks
Down at the corner of Lincoln and 46th, yeah
All right
I've been waitin' in school all day long
Waitin' on the bell to ring so I can go home
Throw my books on the table, Pick up the telephone
Come on, baby, let's get somethin' goin'
- MAN: Decaf! - MARILYN MONROE: Just a minute.
RICKY NELSON SINGING: 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, pull off my shoes
Three, four, get out on the floor
Five, six, come get your kicks
Down at the corner of Lincoln and 46th
You gotta move, start rockin', baby
Rockin', rockin', baby, gonna rock all night
Rock all night, just wait and see
MAN: Ricky! Ricky!
[Music ends, cheering]
ED SULLIVAN: Let's hear it for Ricky Nelson!
Fantastic job, Rick. Thank you very much.
Vincent!
ED SULLIVAN: Just so that you all know...
Ricky will be back in the second half of our show.
So we hope you enjoy your meals here at Jack Rabbit Slim's.
Thank you.
PAGE: Call for...
Phillip... Morris!
What do you think?
I think it's like a wax museum with a pulse.
Hi, I'm Buddy. What can I get you?
Let's see. Steak, steak, steak.
Yeah, the Douglas Sirk steak. I'll have that.
How do you want that cooked?
Burnt 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 Durwood Kirby burger, bloody, and...
the $5.00 shake.
How do you want that shake?
Martin and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
Martin and Lewis.
Did you just order a $5.00 shake?
Mm-hmm.
That's a shake. That's milk and ice cream.
- MIA: Last I heard. - That's ~$5.00?
You don't put bourbon in it or nothin'?
- No. - Just checkin'.
BUDD Y: I'll be right back with your drinks.
RICKY NELSON SINGING: ...lonesome town
To cry my troubles away...
MIA: Could you, um...
roll me one of those, cowboy?
You can have this one, cowgirl.
Thanks.
RICKY NELSON SINGING: ...with regret
Think nothin' of it.
RICKY NELSON SINGING: ...lonesome town
I can learn to forget
MIA: So... Marsellus said you just got back from Amsterdam.
- Sure did. - MIA: How long were you there?
[Sniffs] 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?
I heard you did a pilot.
That was my fifteen minutes.
What was it?
It was a show about a team of female secret agents...
called "Fox Force Five."
- What? - MIA: "Fox Force Five."
Fox, as in we're 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.
MIA: 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 specialty?
Knives.
MIA: Char acter I played, Raven McCoy...
her background was she grew up r aised 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've 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.
VINCEN T: Don't be that way. Tell me.
No. You wouldn't like it, and I'd be embarrassed.
VINCEN T: You'd be em...
You told 50 million people, and you can't tell me?
VINCEN T: I promise I won't laugh.
That's what I'm afraid of, Vince.
That's not what I meant, and you know it.
Well, now I'm definitely not gonna tell you...
'cause it's been built up too much.
What a gyp.
BUDD Y: Martin and Lewis.
Vanilla Coke.
Mmm. Yummy.
You think I could have a sip of that?
Be my guest.
I gotta know what a $5.00 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 milk shake.
Told you.
I don't know if it was worth $5.00...
but it was pretty fucking good.
Don't you hate that?
Hate what?
Uncomfortable silences.
MIA: Why do we feel it's necessary...
to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
I don't know, but it's a good question.
That's when you know you've found somebody really special...
when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute...
and comfortably share a 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 going to go to the bathroom and powder my nose.
You sit here and think of something to say.
I'll do that.
OK.
[Men whistling]
[Mia inhaling]
I said goddamn! Goddamn.
[Whispering] Goddamn.
[Toilet flushes]
WOMAN: I need some hair spr ay.
[Car door slams]
Mmm. 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.
Would you like some coffee?
Which one? There's two Monroes.
VINCEN T: No, there's not. That is Marilyn Monroe.
That is Mamie Van Doren.
And I don't see Jayne Mansfield.
She must have the night off or somethin'.
- 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 I don't want to offend you.
Ooh. This doesn't sound like the usual mindless, boring...
gettin'-to-know-you chitchat.
That sounds like you actually have somethin' to say.
VINCEN T: Well, well, I do. I do.
But you have to promise not to be offended.
MIA: No! No, no, no.
You can't promise somethin' like that.
I have no idea what you're gonna ask me...
so you can go ahead and ask me what you're gonna ask me...
and my natur al response could be to get offended.
Then, through no fault of my own...
- I would've 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?
MIA: Besides, isn't it more exciting...
- when you don't have permission? - VINCENT: All right. All right.
Well, here it goes.
What did you, uh, think about what happened to Antwan?
Who's Antwan?
Tony Rocky Horror. You know him.
He fell out of a window.
Mmm. Mmm. Well, that is one way to say it.
Another way to say it would be that he was thrown out.
Another way would be was he was thrown out by Marsellus...
and yet even another way is to say...
he was thrown 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.
- It's just what I heard. - Who told you?
VINCEN T: 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?
Well, I'm not... I'm not shy. Um...
MIA: Did it involve the "F" word?
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 four-story window for giving me a foot massage?
- VINCEN T: Mm-hmm. - And you believe that?
[Chuckles] Well, I mean...
at the time I was told, it sounded reasonable.
Marsellus throwing Tony out of a four-story window...
for massaging my feet seemed reasonable?
No, it seemed excessive...
but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I mean, I understand...
that Marsellus is very, 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?
MIA: 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 of that four-story window...
except Marsellus and Tony.
But when you little scamps get together...
you're worse than a sewing circle.
ED SULLIVAN: Ladies and gentlemen...
now the moment you've all been waiting for...
the world-famous Jack Rabbit Slim's Twist Contest.
[Applause, cheering]
ED SULLIVAN: This is where one lucky couple...
will win this handsome trophy that Marilyn here is holding.
Now, who'll be our first contestants?
Right here!
- MAN: Hey, all right! - I wanna dance.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
MIA: 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 want to dance. I want to win.
I want that trophy, so dance good.
All right. You asked for it.
Let's hear it for our first contestants.
[Applause, cheering]
Let's meet our first contestants here this evening.
Young lady, what is your name?
[High voice] Mrs. Mia Wallace.
And how about your fella here?
[Deep voice] Vincent Vega.
All right. Let's see what you can do. Take it away!
- MAN: Yay! - WOMAN: Go for it!
MAN: All right!
["You Never Can Tell" by Chuck Berry starts]
CHUCK BERRY SINGING: It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished 'em 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 Roebuck sale
The cooler ator was cr ammed
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
Boy, did they let it blast
700 little records
All rock, rhythm, and jazz
But when the sun went down
The r apid 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 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
[Alarm beeping]
[Beeping]
Ha ha ha!
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, Vince, but go right ahead.
URGE O VERKILL SINGING: Girl
Bow, bow, bow
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
He's not your kind
They never get tired of puttin' me down
And I never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind
Don't you know, girl
Bow, bow, bow
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.
URGE O VERKILL SINGING: Girl
You'll be a woman soon
Soon
You'll need a woman
I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're sayin', girl, just cuts like a knife
The boy's no good
Well, I finally have found what I've been lookin' for
But if they get a chance, they'll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby, I've done...
You see, this is a moral test of oneself.
Whether or not you can maintain loyalty.
Because being loyal is very important.
[Singing] They never get tired of puttin' me down
And I never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind
Don't you know, girl
You'll be a woman soon
Please
Come take my hand
Girl
You'll be a woman soon
Please
Come take my hand
Hello.
Girl
So, you're gonna go out there, you're gonna say...
"Good night. I've had a very lovely evening."
Walk out the door and get in the car.
Go home, jerk off, and that's all you're gonna do.
URGE O VERKILL SINGING: Now it's up to you, girl
You'll be a woman soon
Please
Come take my hand
[Whimpers]
You'll be a woman soon
Soon
You'll need a man
[Door opens]
VINCEN T: All right, Mia. So, listen, I gotta go.
All right?
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
You f... Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
Oh, come on, girl. We're gettin' out of here.
We gotta walk now.
[Tires screeching]
VINCEN T: Don't fucking die on me, Mia.
Silly fuck.
[Beeping]
[Beep]
[Line ringing]
Answer!
[Telephone ringing]
MAN ON TV: Have you got the ring?
SECOND MAN: Why, certainly.
FIRS T MAN: Join hands, you two love birds.
SECOND MAN: Uh-uh.
WOMAN: Please. Please. Hurry up.
Yes, yes, yes, indeed.
Hold hands, you love birds.
[Ring]
[Indistinct chattering on TV]
[Line rings]
Fuck you, Lance! Answer!
[Ring]
[Chattering continues on TV]
[Ring]
WOMAN ON TV: Now, what do you say?
MAN ON TV: I give up, I'll marry you!
[Ring]
JOD Y: Lance! The goddamn phone's ringing!
[Ring]
I can hear it.
JOD Y: I thought you told those fuckin' assholes...
never to call here this late.
Yeah, I told 'em...
and that is exactly what I'm going to tell...
this fucking asshole right now.
WOMAN ON TV: I'll teach you a thing or two.
Don't you dare strike me!
Hello?
Lance, Vincent.
I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man.
I'm comin' to your house.
Whoa, whoa. Hold your horses, man.
Wh-what's the problem?
I got this chick, she's fuckin' O.D. Ing on me.
Don't bring her here.
I'm not even fucking joking with you, man.
Don't not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-butt to my house.
No choice.
She's O.D. In'?
She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man!
OK, well, then you bite the fuckin' bullet...
and you take her to a hospital and call a lawyer.
Negative.
This is not my fuckin' problem, man!
You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this!
Are you talking to me on a cellular phone?
I don't know you. Who is this?
Don't come here. I'm hanging up the phone.
Prank caller! Prank caller!
[Tires screeching]
[Crash]
JOD Y: What the hell was that?!
Have you lost your fucking mind?!
You were talking about drug shit on a cellular ph...
Lance, help me.
You crashed your car into my fuckin' house!
Grab her feet.
Hey, hey, hey! Are you deaf?
You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house!
This fucked-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife.
Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is?
Yeah.
If she croaks on me, I'm a fucking grease spot!
I will be forced to tell him that you did not help...
and that you let her die on your fuckin' lawn.
Now, come on, help me. Help me. Pick her up.
LANCE: Shit!
Lance!
Shit!
It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning.
What the fuck's going on out here?
TV: Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Who's she?
Go to the fridge and get the adrenaline shot.
What's wrong with her?
- She's O.D. Ing! - Get her out of here!
BOTH: Get the shot!
Fuck you! Fuck you, too!
What a fuckin' bitch.
Just keep talkin' to her.
She's gettin' the shot.
I'm gonna go get my little black medical book.
What the fuck you need a medical book for?
I never had to give an adrenaline shot before.
You've never given an adrenaline shot?
I never had to.
I don't go joypopping with a bunch of bubblegummers.
My friends can handle their highs.
- Get the shot! - I am if you'll let me.
I ain't fucking stopping you!
Well, stop talkin' to me. Start talkin' to her!
- Get the shot! - All right!
VINCEN T: Hurry up, Lance! We're losin' her!
I'm lookin' as fast as I can!
JOD Y: What's he lookin' for?
VINCEN T: I don't know. Some book.
JOD Y: What are you lookin' for?
LANCE: My little black medical book!
JOD Y: What are you lookin' for?
LANCE: A little black fuckin' medical book!
It's like a textbook they give to nurses.
JOD Y: I never saw no medical book.
Well, trust me, I have one.
If it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot?
I don't know! Stop bothering me!
While you're lookin' for it, she's gonna die on our carpet.
You're never gonna find anything in this mess.
Honey, I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't shut up!
VINCEN T: Get in here!
JOD Y: Christ.
Get the fuck out of my way.
Pig.
Quit fuckin' around and give her the shot.
While I'm doin' this...
you take off her shirt and find her heart.
- VINCEN T: It's got to be exact? - LANCE: Yeah, exact.
A shot in the heart, so I guess it's gotta be exact.
I don't know exactly where her heart is. I think it's here.
- That's it. - This it?
What I need is a big fat magic marker.
- You got it? - What?
A magic marker! A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker!
- LANCE: All right. - VINCENT: Hurry up.
LANCE: Fuck. OK, OK, OK. I think it's ready.
- Hurry up, man. Hurry up. - I'll tell you what to do.
No, no, no. You're gonna give her the shot.
- You're gonna give her the shot. - I ain't givin' her the shot.
- I never done this before.
I ain't never done it before, either. I ain't startin' now.
You brought her here, that means you're gonna give her the shot.
The day I bring an O.D. Ing bitch to your house...
then I give her the shot. Give her the shot.
- Give it to me. - Here.
Give me that.
Tell me what to do.
OK. You're giving her an injection of adrenaline...
straight to her heart, but she's got a breastplate.
You've got to pierce through that.
You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
I gotta stab her three times?
No! You don't gotta stab her three times. Just once.
But hard enough to get through her breastplate into her heart.
Once you do that, you press down on the plunger.
OK, then what happens?
I'm kind of curious about that myself.
This ain't no fuckin' joke, man!
- Am I gonna kill her? - No, no!
She's supposed to come out of it like that.
All right. Count to three. Ready?
One...
two...
LANCE: Three!
[Gasping]
Aah! Aah! Aah!
[Gasping for air]
[Coughing]
[Gasping]
If you're all right, then say something.
Something.
Ha ha. That was fuckin' trippy. Ha ha ha ha.
VINCENT: Uhh.
LANCE: Oh, man.
[Car pulls up]
[Car door closes]
Mia. Mia.
What's...
what's your thoughts on... on...
on how to handle this?
What's yours?
Well, I'm of the opinion...
that if Marsellus lived his whole life...
he don't need to know nothin' about this incident.
If Marsellus knew about this incident...
I'd be in as much trouble as you.
I seriously doubt that.
I can keep a secret if you can.
Shake on it?
Mum's the word?
Cool.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I'm gonna go home and have a heart attack.
Vincent!
Do you want to hear my "Fox Force Five" joke?
Sure.
Except that I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.
No, you won't laugh 'cause it's not funny.
But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.
I can't wait.
OK.
Three tomatoes are walking down the street...
Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato, and Baby Tomato.
Baby Tomato starts lagging behind...
and Papa Tomato gets really angry...
goes back and squishes him, and says, "Catch up."
Hmm. Hmm.
Ketchup.
See you around.
[Dog barking]
Oh, that Paddlefoot... he funny, silly dog.
He think totem pole alive. Hee hee hee!
KLONDIKE: He arctic tenderfoot.
Ho ho ho ho!
That totem pole been here forever.
BUTCH'S MOM: Butch?
[Paddlefoot barks]
[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]
Butch, stop watching TV a second.
Yeah?
BUTCH'S MOM: We got a special visitor.
BUTCH'S MOM: Now... do you remember when I told you...
your daddy died in a P.O.W. Camp?
Well... this here is Captain Koons.
He was in the P.O.W. Camp with Daddy.
[Sighs]
Hello, little man.
Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you.
See, I was a good friend of your dad's.
We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together...
over five years.
Hopefully...
you'll never have to experience this yourself...
but when two men are in a situation...
like me and your dad were for as long as we were...
you take on certain responsibilities of the other.
If it had been me who'd...
not made it...
Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son... Jim.
KOONS: But the way it turned out...
I'm talkin' to you...
Butch.
I got somethin' for ya.
This watch I got here...
was first purchased by your great-grandfather...
during the First World War.
It was bought in a little general store...
in Knoxville, Tennessee.
Made by the first company to ever make wristwatches.
Up till then, people just carried pocket watches.
It was bought by Private Doughboy Erine Coolidge...
on the day he set sail for Paris.
This was your great- grandfather's war watch...
and he wore it every day he was in that war.
And when he'd done his duty...
he went home to your great-grandmother...
took the watch off...
put it in an old coffee can...
and in that can it stayed...
KOONS: Till your gr anddad, Dane Coolidge...
was called upon by his country...
to go overseas and fight the Germans once again.
This time they called it World War II.
Your great-grandfather gave this watch...
to your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's.
Dane was a marine, and he was killed...
along with all the other marines at the Battle of Wake Island.
Your granddad was facing death.
He knew it.
None of those boys had any illusions...
about ever leaving that island alive...
so, three days before the Japanese took the island...
your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport...
name of Winocki...
a man he had never met before in his life...
to deliver to his infant son...
who he had never seen in the flesh...
his gold watch.
Three days later, your granddad was dead...
but Winocki kept his word.
KOONS: After the war was over...
he paid a visit to your gr andmother...
delivering to your infant father...
his dad's gold watch.
This watch.
This watch was on your daddy's wrist...
when he was shot down over Hanoi.
He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp.
He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch...
they'd confiscate it...
take it away.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright.
He'd be damned if any slopes put their greasy yellow hands...
on his boy's birthright, so he hid it...
in one place he knew he could hide somethin'... his ass.
Five long years he wore this watch up his ass.
Then he died of dysentery, he give me the watch.
I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass, two years.
Then... after seven years...
I was sent home to my family. And...
now...
little man, I give the watch to you.
[Bell dings]
[Gasps]
[Crowd cheering]
[Sniffs]
It's time, Butch.
[Announcer speaking indistinctly]
[Butch blowing]
[Grunting]
ANNOUNCER: ...weighing 210 pounds...
Floyd Ray Wilson!
[Crowd cheering]
[Bell dinging]
SPORTSCAS TER: It's official. It's official. Wilson is dead!
SECOND SPORTSCAS TER: Dan, that had to be the bloodiest...
and the most brutal fight this city has ever seen.
Coolidge left faster than I've ever seen a victorious boxer...
leave the ring.
Do you think he knew Wilson was dead?
DAN: My guess would be yes, Richard.
I could see the frenzy in his eyes...
give way to the realization of what he was doing.
I think any man would have left the ring that fast.
RICHARD: Do you feel this tr agedy...
is gonna have an effect on the world of boxing?
DAN: Such a tr agedy can't help but shake the boxing world...
to its very foundations...
but par amount importance is during the sad weeks ahead...
the eyes of the WBA remain...
[Horn honks]
[Tires squeal]
[Knocks on door]
VINCENT: Mia.
PAUL: Marsellus?
WILSON'S TRAINER: I didn't do it, man.
VINCENT: How you doin'?
Great. I never thanked you for dinner.
MARSELLUS: What you got?
He booked.
His trainer?
Says he don't know nothin'. I believe him.
Think Butch surprised his ass same as us.
No, we don't wanna think, we wanna know.
Take him to the kennel, sic the dogs on his ass.
We'll find out for goddamn sure what he knows and what he don't.
Butch's search... how do you want it done?
I'm prepared to scour the earth for that motherfucker.
If Butch goes to Indochina...
I want a nigger hidin' in a bowl of rice...
ready to pop a cap in his ass.
I will take care of it.
[Car driving]
[Colombian accent] Mister?
ESMARELDA: Hey, mister?
What?
You were in that fight.
ESMARELDA: The fight on the r adio.
You're the fighter?
Now, what gave you that idea?
No, ho, come on.
You're him.
ESMARELDA: I know you're him.
Tell me you're him.
I'm him.
ESMARELDA: You killed the other boxing man.
He's dead?
ESMARELDA: The r adio said he was dead.
[Sighs, sniffs]
Sorry about that, Floyd.
[Butch sniffs]
What does it feel like?
What does what feel like?
Killing a man.
Beating another man to death with your bare hands.
Are you a weirdo?
[Chuckles] No.
It is a subject I have much interest in.
You are the first person I've met...
who has killed somebody.
So...
what does it feel like to kill a man?
[Sniffs, exhales] I'll tell you what.
You give me one of them cigarettes you got up there...
and I'll tell you all about it.
[Butch sighs]
BUTCH: So...
Esmarelda...
Villalobos.
Is that Mexican?
The name is Spanish, but I am Colombian.
That's some handle you got there, honey.
Thank you.
And what is your name?
Butch.
What does it mean?
I'm an American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
So, moving right along, Esmarelda.
What is it you wanna know?
I want to know what it feels like to kill a man.
BUTCH: I couldn't tell ya.
I didn't know he was dead until you told me he was dead.
Now that I know he's dead...
you wanna know how I feel about it?
I don't feel the least bit bad about it.
[Speech inaudible]
What the fuck I tell ya, huh?
As soon as the word got out the fix was in, man...
the odds went through the roof.
I know. I know. Unbelievable.
Hey, fuck him, Scotty.
If he was a better boxer, he'd still be alive.
He never laced up his gloves...
which he never shoulda done in the first fuckin' place...
he'd still be alive.
[Spits]
Yeah, well...
who gives a fuck? It's over now.
Well, enough about the poor unfortunate Mr. Floyd.
Let's talk about the rich and prosperous Mr. Butch.
How many bookies you lay it around on?
All eight?
How long to collect?
[Sniffs] So you'll have it all by tomorrow night?
No, I understand, a few stragglers aside.
Oh, fuck, Scotty, that is good news...
that is great news, man.
Yeah, mm-hmm.
No, me and Fabienne are gonna leave in the morning.
It'll probably take us a couple of days to get to Knoxville.
OK, my brother.
[Chuckles]
You're right. You're goddamn right.
All right, Scotty.
Next time I see you, we'll be on Tennessee time.
Be cool, brother.
[Tires squeal]
[Engine running]
45.60.
And, uh, here's a little... somethin' for the effort.
Now...
if anybody asks you who your fare was tonight...
what are you gonna say?
The truth.
Three well-dressed, slightly toasted Mexicans.
Bonsoir, Esmarelda Villalobos.
Buenas noches, Butch.
[Sighs]
FABIENNE: [French accent] Keep the light off.
BUTCH: Is that better, sugar pop?
Oui.
FABIENNE: Hard day at the office?
Pretty hard.
I got in a fight.
Poor baby.
Can we make spoons?
You know what? I was thinkin' about takin' a shower.
I'm stinkin' like a dog over here.
Mmm. I like the way you stink.
Let me take this jacket off.
I was looking at myself in the mirror.
Uh-huh.
I wish I had a pot.
You were lookin' at yourself in the mirror...
and you wish you had some pot?
A pot.
A pot belly.
Pot bellies are sexy.
Well, you should be happy...
'cause you have one.
[Chuckling] Shut up, fatso!
I don't have a pot.
I have a bit of a tummy...
like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star."
It's not the same thing.
I didn't know there was such a difference...
between a pot belly and a tummy.
The difference is huge.
[Kisses]
Would you like it if I had a pot belly?
No. Pot bellies make a man...
Iook either oafish or like a gorilla.
But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy.
The rest of you is normal.
Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass...
but with a big perfectly round pot belly.
If I had one, I'd wear a T-shirt two sizes too small...
to accentuate it.
You think men would find that attractive?
I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch...
and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
[Sighs]
If you had a pot belly...
I would punch you in it.
- You'd punch me in my belly? - Right in the belly.
Ah! I'd smother you.
I'd drop it right on your face till you couldn't breathe.
[Butch laughing]
You'd do that?
Yes. Yes.
[Moans]
[Moaning]
[Both moan, both laugh]
Did you get everything?
Yes, I did.
BUTCH: Good job, sugar pop.
Did everything go as planned?
You didn't listen to the... Ow!
[Fabienne chuckles]
You didn't listen to the radio?
I never listen to your fights.
Were you the winner?
I won, all right.
FABIENNE: Are you still retiring?
Sure am.
So, it all worked out in the finish?
We're not at the finish yet, baby.
Mmm.
We're in a lot of danger, aren't we?
If they find us, they'll kill us, won't they?
But they won't find us, will they?
Do you still want me to go with you?
I don't want to be a burden or a nuisance, it's...
[Exhales]
Say it.
Fabienne...
I want you to be with me.
Forever?
Forever and ever.
Do you love me?
Very, very much.
[Sighs]
Mmm.
Butch?
Yes.
Will you give me oral pleasure?
Will you kiss it?
But you first.
OK.
Mmm.
Butch.
Mon amour. L'aventure commence.
Mmm.
[Fabienne moans]
[Shower running]
[Butch groaning]
BUTCH: I think I cracked a rib.
Giving me oral pleasure?
No, retard. From the fight.
Don't call me retard.
[Mongoloid voice] My name is Fabby.
My name is Fabienne.
Stop it. Stop it.
My name is Fabienne.
Shut up, fuckhead!
I hate that mongoloid voice.
OK, OK. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
[Shuts off water]
I take it back.
Would you hand me a dry towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?
Oh, I like that.
I like being called a tulip.
Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
I didn't call you a mongoloid.
I called you a retard, and I took it back.
Uhh. [Sniffs]
Butch?
Yes, lemon pie.
Where are we going to go?
Well, I'm not sure yet.
Wherever you want.
We're gonna get a lot of money from this...
but it ain't gonna be the kinda money...
that we can live like hogs in the fat house forever.
I was thinkin' maybe we could go down...
someplace in the South Pacific.
The kinda money we're gonna have...
is gonna carry us a long way down there.
If we wanted, we could live in Bora Bora?
You betcha.
And if after a while you didn't dig that...
go someplace else, maybe Tahiti. Mexico.
But I do not speak Spanish.
Well, you do not speak Bora Boran, either.
Besides, Mexican is easy.
¿ Donde esta el zapateria?
What does that mean?
Where is the shoe store?
¿ Donde esta...
Spit, please.
[Spits]
¿ Donde esta el zapateria?
Excellent pronunciation.
Mmm.
You'll be my little mamacita in no time.
[Yawning] ¿ Que hor a es?
BUTCH: What time is it?
BUTCH: Time for bed.
Sweet dreams, jellybean.
[Spits]
Butch?
Never mind.
[Fabienne brushing teeth]
[Motorcycle driving on TV]
Ohh!
FABIENNE: Merde.
You startled me.
Did you have a bad dream?
Shit.
What is this you're watching?
FABIENNE: A motorcycle movie.
I'm not sure the name.
Are you watchin' it?
FABIENNE: In a way.
It's a little early in the morning...
for explosions and war.
What was it about?
BUTCH: How should I know, Fabienne?
You were the one who was watchin' it.
No, imbecile, what was your dream about?
I don't know. I don't remember.
It's really rare that I remember my dreams.
FABIENNE: Well, let's look at the grumpy man...
in the morning.
- Mmm. - Mmm.
FABIENNE: Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast?
BUTCH: One more kiss, and I'll get up.
BUTCH: Mmm.
Satisfied?
[Inhales, exhales] Yep.
Then get up, lazy bones.
Ohh.
[Chuckles]
God. Unh.
What time is it?
Almost 9:00 in the morning.
What time does our train arrive?
11:00.
You know what I'm gonna have for breakfast?
BUTCH: What, lemon pie?
I'm gonna order a big plate...
of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup...
eggs over easy, and five sausages.
Anything to drink with that?
Ah, that looks nice.
[Chuckles]
To drink...
a tall glass of orange juice and a black cup of coffee.
After that, I'm going to have a slice of pie.
Pie for breakfast?
FABIENNE: 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?
FABIENNE: It's there.
No, it's not.
FABIENNE: Have you looked?
Yes, I fucking looked.
What the fuck do you think I'm doing?
You sure you got it?
Yes. Bedside table drawer.
On the little kangaroo?
Yes. It was on the little kangaroo.
Yeah, well, it's not here now.
Well, it should be.
It most definitely should be, but it's not here now.
So where the fuck is it?
Fabienne...
that was my father's fucking watch.
Do you have any idea what he had to go through...
to get me that watch?
I don't have time to go into it, but he went through a lot.
All this other shit you could set on fire...
but I specifically reminded you not to forget the fucking watch!
Now think.
BUTCH: Did you get it?
I believe so.
You believe so? What the fuck does that mean?
You either did, or you didn't get it!
Then I did.
Are you sure?
No.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
BUTCH: Motherfucker!
- Motherfucker! - Aah!
BUTCH: Do you know how fucking stupid you fucking are?
No!
It's not your fault.
If you left it at the apartment...
If you left it at the apartment, it's not your fault.
I had you bring a bunch of stuff.
[Exhales]
I reminded you about it, but I didn't illustrate...
how personal the watch was to me.
If all I gave a fuck about was the watch...
I should've told you that.
You're not a mind reader, are you?
[Sniffles]
L... I'm sorry.
Don't be.
It just means I can't have breakfast with you.
Why does it mean that?
Because I got to go back to my apartment and get my watch.
Won't the gangsters be looking for you there?
Well...
that's what I'm going to find out.
If they are and I don't think I can handle it...
BUTCH: Then I'll split.
I saw your watch. I thought I brought it.
I'm so sorry.
BUTCH: Here's some money.
Go out and get those pancakes. Have a nice breakfast.
I'll take your Honda.
I'll be back before you can say blueberry pie.
Blueberry pie.
Maybe not that fast...
but pretty fast, OK?
OK.
Bye.
Shit! Of all the fucking things she could fucking forget...
she forgets my father's watch!
I specifically reminded her.
"Bedside table, on the kangaroo."
I said the words, "Don't forget my father's watch."
[Tires squeal]
[Woman talking]
[Horn honks "La Cucaracha"]