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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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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?
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- [ Woman On Television ] Don't you dare strike me! - Hello. Lance! Vincent. I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man. I'm coming to your house. W-Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man. W-What's the problem? - I got this chick, she's fuckin' O. D.in' on me! - Well, don't bring her here! I'm not even joking with you! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house! - No choice. - Wh- She's O.D.in'? - She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man! - [ Man On TV ] Just dandy. Okay, then you bite the fuckin' bullet, take her to a hospital and call a lawyer. - Negative! - This is not my fuckin' problem, man! You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this! Uh, are you talkin' to me on a cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here! I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller! Prank caller! [ Tires Screeching, Engine Racing ]
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