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Pulp Fiction
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 154 min
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PULP [pulp] n.
1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass or matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and
being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.
American Heritage Dictionary: New College Edition
A normal Denny's, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles.
It's about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn't jammed,
there's a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching
Two of these people are a YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. The
Young Man has a slight working-class English accent and,
like his fellow countryman, smokes cigarettes like they're
going out of style.
It is impossible to tell where the Young Woman is from or
how old she is; everything she does contradicts something
she did. The boy and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue is
to be said in a rapid pace "HIS GIRL FRIDAY" fashion.
YOUNG MAN:
No, forget it, it's too risky. I'm
through doin' that sh*t.
YOUNG WOMAN:
You always say that, the same thing
every time:
never again, I'm through,too dangerous.
YOUNG MAN:
I know that's what I always say. I'm
always right too, but –
YOUNG WOMAN:
– but you forget about it in a day
or two -
YOUNG MAN:
– yeah, well, the days of me
forgettin' are over, and the days of
me rememberin' have just begun.
YOUNG WOMAN:
When you go on like this, you know
what you sound like?
YOUNG MAN:
I sound like a sensible f***ing man,
is what I sound like.
YOUNG WOMAN:
You sound like a duck.
(imitates a duck)
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,
quack, quack...
YOUNG MAN:
Well take heart, 'cause you're never
gonna hafta hear it again. Because
since I'm never gonna do it again,
you're never gonna hafta hear me
quack about how I'm never gonna do
it again.
YOUNG WOMAN:
After tonight.
The boy and girl laugh, their laughter putting a pause in
there, back and forth.
YOUNG MAN:
(with a smile)
Correct. I got all tonight to quack.
A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.
WAITRESS:
Can I get anybody anymore coffee?
YOUNG WOMAN:
Oh yes, thank you.
The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. The Young Man
lights up another cigarette.
YOUNG MAN:
I'm doin' fine.
The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of his
smoke.
The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into her
coffee.
The Young Man goes right back into it.
YOUNG MAN:
I mean the way it is now, you're
takin' the same f***in' risk as when
you rob a bank. You take more of a
risk. Banks are easier! Federal
banks aren't supposed to stop you
anyway, during a robbery. They're
insured, why should they care? You
don't even need a gun in a federal
bank. I heard about this guy, walked
into a federal bank with a portable
phone, handed the phone to the teller,
the guy on the other end of the phone
said:
"We got this guy's little girl,and if you don't give him all your
money, we're gonna kill 'er."
YOUNG WOMAN:
Did it work?
YOUNG MAN:
F***in' A it worked, that's what I'm
talkin' about! Knucklehead walks in
a bank with a telephone, not a pistol,
not a shotgun, but a f***in' phone,
cleans the place out, and they don't
lift a f***in' finger.
YOUNG WOMAN:
Did they hurt the little girl?
YOUNG MAN:
I don't know. There probably never
was a little girl – the point of the
story isn't the little girl. The
point of the story is they robbed
the bank with a telephone.
YOUNG WOMAN:
You wanna rob banks?
YOUNG MAN:
I'm not sayin' I wanna rob banks,
I'm just illustrating that if we
did, it would be easier than what we
been doin'.
YOUNG WOMAN:
So you don't want to be a bank robber?
YOUNG MAN:
Naw, all those guys are goin' down
the same road, either dead or servin'
twenty.
YOUNG WOMAN:
And no more liquor stores?
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