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2. VINCENT VEGA AND MARSELLUS WALACE'S WIFE


BUTCH
Lookin' at somethin', friend?

VINCENT

I ain't your friend, palooka. Butch does a slow burn toward Vincent.

BUTCH
What was that?

VINCENT
I think ya heard me just fine, punchy.


MIA
Don't you hate that?

VINCENT
What?

MIA
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

VINCENT
I don't know.

MIA
That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shit the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.

VINCENT
Can I have a sip of that? I'd like to know what a five-dollar shake tastes like.

MIA
Be my guest.

VINCENT

Goddamn! That's a pretty fuckin' good milk shake.

MIA
Told ya.

MIA
I wanna dance.

VINCENT
I'm not much of a dancer.


VINCENT
...it's a moral test of yourself, whether or not you can maintain loyalty. Because when people are loyal to each other, that's very meaningful.
So you're gonna go out there, drink your drink, say "Goodnight, I've had a very lovely evening," go home, and jack off. And that's all you're gonna do.


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