Pulp Fiction1994

Lance:
Still got your Malibu?

Vincent:
Aw, man. You know what some f***er did the other day?

Lance:
What?

Vincent:
F***ing keyed it.

Lance:
Oh, man, that's f***ed up.

Vincent:
Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of sh*t f***ed with it.

Lance:
They should be f***ing killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution.

Vincent:
Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that a**hole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it.

Lance:
What a f***er!

Vincent:
What's more chickenshit than f***ing with a man's automobile? I mean, don't f*** with another man's vehicle.

Lance:
You don't do it.

Vincent:
It's just against the rules.