Pulp Fiction1994

Vincent:
Whoa!

Jules:
What the f***'s happening, man? Ah, sh*t man!

Vincent:
Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules:
Why the f*** did you do that!

Vincent:
Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!

Jules:
Oh man I've seen some crazy ass sh*t in my time...

Vincent:
Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.

Jules:
Hey, the car didn't hit no motherf***ing bump.

Vincent:
Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a b*tch. The gun went off. I don't know why.

Jules:
Well look at this f***ing mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!

Vincent:
I don't believe it.

Jules:
Well believe it now, motherf***er! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice sh*t like you're driving a car drenched in f***ing blood.

Vincent:
Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.

Jules:
This in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.

Vincent:
Well Jules this ain't my f***ing town, man!

Jules:
Sh*t!

Vincent:
What you doin'?

Jules:
I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.

Vincent:
Where's Toluca Lake?

Jules:
It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the f*** we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. Hey Jimmie, yo, how you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious f***ing sh*t. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.