Pulp Fiction Page #24

BUTCH:

Sure am.

FABIENNE:

What about the man you fought?

BUTCH:

Floyd retired too.

FABIENNE:

(smiling)

Really?! He won't be fighting no

more?!

BUTCH:

Not no more.

FABIENNE:

So it all worked out in the finish?

BUTCH:

We ain't at the finish, baby.

Fabienne rolls over and Butch gets on top of her. They kiss.

FABIENNE:

We're in a lot of danger, aren't we?

Butch nods his head: "yes."

FABIENNE:

If they find us, they'll kill us,

won't they?

Butch nods his head: "yes."

FABIENNE:

But they won't find us, will they?

Butch nods his head: "no."

FABIENNE:

Do you still want me to go with you?

Butch nods his head: "yes."

FABIENNE:

I don't want to be a burden or a

nuisance -

Butch's hand goes out of frame and starts massaging her

crotch.

Fabienne reacts.

FABIENNE:

Say it!

BUTCH:

Fabienne, I want you to be with me.

FABIENNE:

Forever?

BUTCH:

...and ever.

Fabienne lies her head back.

Butch continues to massage her crotch.

FABIENNE:

Do you love me?

BUTCH:

Oui.

FABIENNE:

Butch? Will you give me oral pleasure?

Butch kisses her on the mouth.

BUTCH:

Will you kiss it?

She nods her head: "yes."

FABIENNE:

But you first.

Butch's head goes down out of frame to carry out the oral

pleasure. Fabienne's face is alone in the frame.

FABIENNE:

(in French, with

English subtitles)

Butch my love, the adventure begins.

FADE TO BLACK:

FADE UP:

MOTEL ROOM:

Same motel room, except empty. WE HEAR THE SHOWER RUNNING in

the bathroom. The CAMERA MOVES to the bathroom doorway. We

see Fabienne in a white terry cloth robe that seems to swallow

her up.

She's drying her head with a towel. Butch is inside the shower

washing up. We see the outline of his naked body through the

smoky glass of the shower door. Steam fills the bathroom.

Butch turns the shower off and opens the door, popping his

head out.

BUTCH:

I think I cracked a rib.

FABIENNE:

Giving me oral pleasure?

BUTCH:

No retard, from the fight.

FABIENNE:

Don't call me retard.

BUTCH:

(in a Mongoloid voice)

My name is Fabby! My name is Fabby!

FABIENNE:

Shut up f*** head! I hate that

Mongoloid voice.

BUTCH:

Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, I take it

back! Can I have a towel please,

Miss Beautiful Tulip.

FABIENNE:

Oh I like that, I like being called

a tulip. Tulip is much better than

Mongoloid.

She finishes drying her hair and wraps the towel like a turban

on her head.

BUTCH:

I didn't call you a Mongoloid, I

called you a retard, but I took it

back.

She hands him a towel.

BUTCH:

Merci beaucoup.

FABIENNE:

Butch?

BUTCH:

(drying his head)

Yes, lemon pie.

FABIENNE:

Where are we going to go?

BUTCH:

I'm not sure yet. Wherever you want.

We're gonna get a lot of money from

this. But it ain't gonna be so much,

we can live like hogs in the fat

house forever. I was thinking we

could go somewhere in the South

Pacific. The kinda money we'll have'll

carry us a long way down there.

FABIENNE:

So if we wanted, we could live in

Bora Bora?

BUTCH:

You betcha. And if after awhile you

don't dig Bora Bora, then we can

move over to Tahiti or Mexico.

FABIENNE:

But I do not speak Spanish.

BUTCH:

You don't speak Bora Boran either.

Besides, Mexican is easy: Donde esta

el zapataria?

FABIENNE:

What does that mean?

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