Pulp Fiction Page #13

MIA:

Yummy!

VINCENT:

Can I have a sip of that? I'd like

to know what a five-dollar shake

tastes like.

MIA:

Be my guest.

She slides the shake over to him.

MIA:

You can use my straw, I don't have

kooties.

Vincent smiles.

VINCENT:

Yeah, but maybe I do.

MIA:

Kooties I can handle.

He takes a sip.

VINCENT:

Goddamn! That's a pretty f***in'

good milk shake.

MIA:

Told ya.

VINCENT:

I don't know if it's worth five

dollars, but it's pretty f***in'

good.

He slides the shake back.

Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.

MIA:

Don't you hate that?

VINCENT:

What?

MIA:

Uncomfortable silences. Why do we

feel it's necessary to yak about

bullshit in order to be comfortable?

VINCENT:

I don't know.

MIA:

That's when you know you found

somebody special. When you can just

sh*t the f*** up for a minute, and

comfortably share silence.

VINCENT:

I don't think we're there yet. But

don't feel bad, we just met each

other.

MIA:

Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to

the bathroom and powder my nose,

while you sit here and think of

something to say.

VINCENT:

I'll do that.

INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (LADIES ROOM) – NIGHT

Mia powders her nose by doing a big line of coke off the

bathroom sink. Her head jerks up from the rush.

MIA:

(imitating Steppenwolf)

I said goddamn!

INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (DINING AREA) – NIGHT

Vincent digs into his Douglas Sirk steak. As he chews, his

eyes scan the Hellsapopinish restaurant.

Mia comes back to the table.

MIA:

Don't you love it when you go to the

bathroom and you come back to find

your food waiting for you?

VINCENT:

We're lucky we got it at all. Buddy

Holly doesn't seem to be much of a

waiter. We shoulda sat in Marilyn

Monroe's section.

MIA:

Which one, there's two Marilyn

Monroes.

VINCENT:

No there's not.

Pointing at Marilyn in the white dress serving a table.

VINCENT:

That's Marilyn Monroe...

Then, pointing at a BLONDE WAITRESS in a tight sweater and

capri pants, taking an order from a bunch of FILM GEEKS –

VINCENT:

... and that's Mamie Van Doren. I

don't see Jayne Mansfield, so it

must be her night off.

MIA:

Pretty smart.

VINCENT:

I have moments.

MIA:

Did ya think of something to say?

VINCENT:

Actually, there's something I've

wanted to ask you about, but you

seem like a nice person, and I didn't

want to offend you.

MIA:

Oooohhhh, this doesn't sound like

mindless, boring, getting-to-know-

you chit-chat. This sounds like you

actually have something to say.

VINCENT:

Only if you promise not to get

offended.

MIA:

You can't promise something like

that. I have no idea what you're

gonna ask. You could ask me what

you're gonna ask me, and my natural

response could be to be offended.

Then, through no fault of my own, I

woulda broken my promise.

VINCENT:

Then let's just forget it.

MIA:

That is an impossibility. Trying to

forget anything as intriguing as

this would be an exercise in futility.

VINCENT:

Is that a fact?

Mia nods her head: "Yes."

MIA:

Besides, it's more exciting when you

don't have permission.

VINCENT:

What do you think about what happened

to Antwan?

MIA:

Who's Antwan?

VINCENT:

Tony Rocky Horror.

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