VINCENT (to himself)
Look at this mess! We're drivin' around on a city street in broad daylight
-- I know, I know, I wasn't thinkin' about the splatter.
Well you better be thinkin' about it now, motherfucker! We gotta get
this car off the road. Cops tend to notice shit like you're driving
a car drenched in fuckin' blood.
Jimmie opens the door. We see, standing in the doorway, the tuxedo-clad
man. He looks down to his notebook, then up at Jimmie.
You're Jimmie, right? This is your house?
I'm Winston Wolf, I solve problems.
Good, 'cause we got one.
So I heard. May I come in?
Set is straight, Buster. I'm not here to say "please." I'm here to tell
you want to do. And if self- preservation is an instinct you possess,
you better fuckin' do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help's
not appreciated, lotsa luck gentlemen.
You gotta understand something, Winston. I want to help you guys out
and all, but that's my best linen. It was a wedding present from my
Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny, and they ain't with us anymore --
-- let me ask you a question, if you don't mind?
Were you Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny millionaires?
Well, your Uncle Marsellus is. And I'm positive if Uncle Conrad and
Aunt Ginny were millionaires, they would've furnished you with a whole
bedroom set, which your Uncle Marsellus is more than happy to do.
I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up
Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he's wrong,
he's immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings?
Man, get outta my face with that shit! The motherfucker who said that
never had to pick up itty- bitty pieces of skull with his fingers on
account of your dumb ass.
Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't've planned this better. You guys look
like...what do they look like, Jimmie?
Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.
The Wolf and Jimmie laugh.
Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers!
Customers stay seated, waitresses on the floor.
Now mean fuckin' now! Do it or die, do it or fucking die!