JULES:
"Goddamn Jimmie, this is some
serious gourmet sh*t. Me an'
Vincent woulda been satisfied with
freeze-dried Tasters Choice. You
spring this gourmet f***in' sh*t on
us. What flavour is this?"
JIMMIE:
"Knock it off, Julie."
JULES:
"What?"
JIMMIE:
"I'm not a cobb of corn, so you can
stop butterin' me up. I don't need
you to tell me how good my coffee
is. I'm the one who buys it, I
know how f***in' good it is. When
Bonnie goes shoppin, she buys
sh*t. I buy the gourmet expensive
stuff 'cause when I drink it, I
wanna taste it. But what's on my
mind at this moment isn't the
coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead
nigger in my garage."
JULES:
"Jimmie...."
JIMMIE:
"I'm talkin'. Now let me ask you
a question, Jules. When you drove
in here, did you notice a sign out
front that said, "Dead nigger
storage?"
Jules starts to "Jimmie" him
JIMMIE:
"Did you see a sign out in front of my house
that said, "Dead nigger storage?"
JULES:
"Naw man, I didn't."
JIMMIE:
"You know why you didn't see that
sign?"
JULES:
"Why?"
JIMMIE:
"'Cause storin' dead niggers ain't
my f***in' business! THATS WHY!"
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