Pulp Fiction Page #12

MIA:

Whaddya think?

VINCENT:

It's like a wax museum with a pulse

rate.

Vincent takes out his pouch of tobacco and begins rolling

himself a smoke.

After a second of watching him –

MIA:

What are you doing?

VINCENT:

Rollin' a smoke.

MIA:

Here?

VINCENT:

It's just tobacco.

MIA:

Oh. Well in that case, will you roll

me one, cowboy?

As he finishes licking it –

VINCENT:

You can have this one, cowgirl.

He hands her the rolled smoke. She takes it, putting it to

her lips. Out of nowhere appears a Zippo lighter in Vincent's

hand. He lights it.

MIA:

Thanks.

VINCENT:

Think nothing of it.

He begins rolling one for himself.

As this time, the SOUND of a subway car fills the diner,

making everything SHAKE and RATTLE. Marilyn Monroe runs to a

square vent in the floor. An imaginary subway train BLOWS

the skirt of her white dress around her ears as she lets out

a squeal. The entire restaurant applauds.

Back to Mia and Vincent.

MIA:

Marsellus said you just got back

from Amsterdam.

VINCENT:

Sure did. I heard you did a pilot.

MIA:

That was my fifteen minutes.

VINCENT:

What was it?

MIA:

It was show about a team of female

secret agents called "Fox Force Five."

VINCENT:

What?

MIA:

"Fox Force Five." Fox, as in we're a

bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as in

we're a force to be reckoned with.

Five, as in there's one... two ...

three... four... five of us. There

was a blonde one, Sommerset O'Neal

from that show "Baton Rouge," she

was the leader. A Japanese one, a

black one, a French one and a brunette

one, me. We all had special skills.

Sommerset had a photographic memory,

the Japanese fox was a kung fu master,

the black girl was a demolition

expert, the French fox' specialty

was sex...

VINCENT:

What was your specialty?

MIA:

Knives. The character I played, Raven

McCoy, her background was she was

raised by circus performers. So she

grew up doing a knife act. According

to the show, she was the deadliest

woman in the world with a knife. But

because she grew up in a circus, she

was also something of an acrobat.

She could do illusions, she was a

trapeze artist – when you're keeping

the world safe from evil, you never

know when being a trapeze artist's

gonna come in handy. And she knew a

zillion old jokes her grandfather,

an old vaudevillian, taught her. If

we woulda got picked up, they woulda

worked in a gimmick where every

episode I woulda told and ol joke.

VINCENT:

Do you remember any of the jokes?

MIA:

Well I only got the chance to say

one, 'cause we only did one show.

VINCENT:

Tell me.

MIA:

No. It's really corny.

VINCENT:

C'mon, don't be that way.

MIA:

No. You won't like it and I'll be

embarrassed.

VINCENT:

You told it in front of fifty million

people and you can't tell it to me?

I promise I won't laugh.

MIA:

(laughing)

That's what I'm afraid of.

VINCENT:

That's not what I meant and you know

it.

MIA:

You're quite the silver tongue devil,

aren't you?

VINCENT:

I meant I wouldn't laugh at you.

MIA:

That's not what you said Vince. Well

now I'm definitely not gonna tell

ya, 'cause it's been built up too

much.

VINCENT:

What a gyp.

Buddy comes back with the drinks. Mia wraps her lips around

the straw of her shake.

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