Pulp Fiction1994

Jules:
Mmm. Goddamn, Jimmie. This is some serious gourmet sh*t. Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, right? And he springs this serious gourmet sh*t on us. What flavor is this?

Jimmie:
Knock it off, Julie.

Jules:
What the f*** did you just call me?!

Jimmie:
I don't need you to tell me how f***ing good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it, I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys sh*t. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it, I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It ain't the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead n*gger in my garage.

Jules:
Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that.

Jimmie:
No, I wanna ask you a question. When you came pullin' in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead N*gger Storage"?

Jules:
Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...

Jimmie:
[shouting] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead N*gger Storage"?

Jules:
No, I didn't.

Jimmie:
[shouting] You know why you didn't see that sign?

Jules:
Why?

Jimmie:
[still shouting] 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead n*ggers ain't my f***ing business, that's why.

Jules:
But Jimmie, we ain't gonna store the motherf***er.

Jimmie:
No, no, no, no, no, don't you f***ing realize, man, that if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced? All right? No marriage counseling, no trial separation, I'm going to get f***ing divorced, okay? And I don't want to get f***ing divorced. Now man, you know, f***, I wanna help you, but I don't want to lose my wife doing it, all right?

Jules:
Jimmie, Jimmie, she ain't gonna leave you.

Jimmie:
Don't f***ing "Jimmie" me, Jules, okay? Don't f***ing "Jimmie" me. There's nothing that you're gonna say that's gonna make me forget that I love my wife, is there? Now look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half. Graveyard shift at the hospital. You gotta make some phone calls? You gotta call some people? Well, then do it. And then get the f*** out of my house before she gets here.

Jules:
Hey, that's Kool and the Gang. You know, we don't wanna f*** your sh*t up. All we wanna do is call my people and get them to bring us in, that's all.

Jimmie:
You don't wanna f*** my sh*t up? You're f***ing up my sh*t right now. You're gonna f*** my sh*t up big time if Bonnie comes home. So just do me that favor, all right? The phone is in my bedroom, I suggest you get going.