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Mmmm. Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom to find your food waiting for you? We're lucky we got anything at all. I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter. Maybe we should've sat in Marilyn Monroe's section. - Which one? There's two Monroes. - No, there's not. That is Marilyn Monroe. That is Mamie Van Doren. I don't see Jayne Mansfield, so she must have the night off. - Pretty smart. - Yeah. I got my moments. - So did you think of somethin' to say? - Actually, I did.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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- And? - And- And nothin'. That's it. You heard Marsellus... threw Tony Rocky Horror out of a fourth- story window for giving me a foot massage? - Mm-hmm. - And you believe that? [ Chuckles ] Well, at the time I was told it sounded reasonable. Marsellus throwing Tony out of a fourth-story window... for massaging my feet seemed reasonable? No, it seemed excessive, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I understand that Marsellus is very protective of you. A husband being protective of his wife is one thing. A husband almost killing another man for touching his wife's feet is something else. But did it happen? Only thing Antwan ever touched of mine was my hand when he shook it... at my wedding. Really? Truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus threw Tony out that window... except Marsellus and Tony. When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle. Ladies and gentlemen. Now the moment you've all been waiting for. The world-famous Jackrabbit Slim's twist contest. [ Applause ] Now, this is where one lucky couple... will win this handsome trophy that Marilyn here is holding. Now, who will be our first contestants? - Right here! - [ Man ] All right! - I wanna dance. - No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. I do believe Marsellus, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out and do whatever I wanted. Now I wanna dance; I wanna win; I want that trophy. - So dance good. - All right. You asked for it. - So dance good. - All right. You asked for it. Let's hear it for our first contestants.
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- Hurry up, man. - I'll tell you what to do. - You're gonna give her the shot. - No, you're gonna give her the shot. - I ain't giving her the shot. I never done this before. - I never done this either! I ain't starting now! You brought her here. You give her the shot. The day I bring an O.D.ing bitch to your house, then I give her the shot. Give it to me. Give me that. All right, tell me what to do. Okay, you're giving her an injection of adrenalin straight to her heart. - But she's got a breastplate- You gotta pierce through that. - [ Thumping ] You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion. - I gotta- I gotta stab her three times? - No, just stab her once! But it's gotta be hard enough to get through her breastplate into her heart. Once you do that, you p-press down on the p-plunger. - Okay. Then what happens? - Kinda curious about that myself. This ain't no fuckin' joke! Am I gonna kill her? - She's supposed to come out of it like that. It's- - All right, count to three. - All right. Ready? - One. [ Vincent Panting ]
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You'll be a woman soon Soon You'll be a woman I've been misunderstood for all of my life But what they're sayin', girl it cuts like a knife The boy's no good Well, I've finally have found what I been lookin' for But if they get a chance they'll end it for sure Sure they would Baby, I've done all I could [ Sighs ] You see, this is a moral test of oneself. Whether or not you can maintain loyalty. Because... being loyal is very important. You never get tired of putting me down and I never know when I come around What I'm gonna find Don't let them make up your mind Don't you know, girl You'll be a woman soon Please Come take my hand Girl You'll be a woman soon Please Come take my hand - Hello. - Girl So, you're gonna go out there and you're gonna say, "Good night. I've had a very lovely evening." Walk out the door, get in the car, go home, jerk off, and that's all you gonna do.
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Lance! Shit. It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning. What the fuck's going on out here? Who's she? Go to the fridge and get the thing with the adrenalin shot. - What's wrong with her? - She's O.D.ing! - Get her outta here! - [ Together ] Get the shot! - Fuck you! Fuck you too! - What a fuckin' bitch. Just keep talking to her, all right? She's gettin' the shot. I'm going to go get my little black medical book. What the fuck you need a medical book for? I've never had to give an adrenalin shot before! I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble- gummers! My friends can handle their highs! - Get the shot! - I am, if you'll let me! - I ain't stopping you! - Stop talking to me. Start talking to her! - Get the shot! - All right!
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