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4. JULES, VINCENT, JIMMIE & THE WOLF


VINCENT (to himself)
Fuck.

JULES
Look at this mess! We're drivin' around on a city street in broad daylight --

VINCENT
-- I know, I know, I wasn't thinkin' about the splatter.

JULES
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.

THE WOLF
You're Jimmie, right? This is your house?

JIMMIE
Yeah.

THE WOLF
I'm Winston Wolf, I solve problems.

JIMMIE
Good, 'cause we got one.

THE WOLF
So I heard. May I come in?

JIMMIE
Please do.


THE WOLF
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.


JIMMIE
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 --

THE WOLF
-- let me ask you a question, if you don't mind?

JIMMIE
Sure.

THE WOLF
Were you Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny millionaires?

JIMMIE
No.

THE WOLF
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.


JULES
I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit!

VINCENT
Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he's wrong, he's immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings?

JULES
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.


THE WOLF
Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't've planned this better. You guys look like...what do they look like, Jimmie?

JIMMIE
Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.

The Wolf and Jimmie laugh.


HONEY BUNNY
Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers! Got that?!

PUMPKIN
Customers stay seated, waitresses on the floor.

HONEY BUNNY
Now mean fuckin' now! Do it or die, do it or fucking die!


THE END

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