The PULP FICTION Gallery3. THE GOLD WATCH
BUTCH I don't feel the least little bit bad. You wanna know why? 'Cause I'm a boxer. And after you've said that, you've said pretty much all there is to say about me. Now maybe that son-of-a- bitch tonight was once at one time a boxer. If he was, then he was dead before his ass ever stepped in bastard outta his misery. And if he never was a boxer -- That's what he gets for fuckin' up my sport.
The bathroom door opens and Vincent Vega steps out of the bathroom, tightening his belt. In his hand is the book "MODESTY BLAISE" by Peter O'Donnell. Vincent and Butch lock eyes. Vincent freezes. Butch doesn't move, except to point the M61 in Vincent's direction. Neither man opens his mouth. Then...the toaster LOUDLY kicks up the Pop Tarts. That's all the situation needed. Butch's finger HITS the trigger. MUFFLED FIRE SHOOTS out of the end of the gun.
Butch, still shaking in his boots, exits the pawnshop. He looks ahead and sees, parked in front of the establishment, Zed's Big Chrome Chopper with a teardrop gas tank that has the name "GRACE" on it. He climbs aboard, takes out the keys with the big Z on them and starts up the huge hog. It RUMBLES to life, making sounds like a rocket fighting for orbit. Butch twists the accelerator handle and SPEEDS off.
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD the big man himself, Marsellus Wallace, exit Teriyaki Donut, carrying a box of a dozen donuts and two large styrofoam cups of coffee. He steps off the curb, crossing the street in front of Butch's car. This is the first time we see Marsellus clearly. Laughing boy stops when he sees the big man directly in front of him. When Marsellus is in front of Butch's car, he casually glances to his left, sees Butch, continues walking...then STOPS! DOUBLE-TAKE: "Am I really seeing what I'm seeing?"
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