Pulp Fiction Page #25

BUTCH:

Where's the shoe store?

FABIENNE:

Donde esta el zapataria?

BUTCH:

Excellent pronunciation. You'll be

my little mama ceta in no time.

Butch exits the bathroom. We stay on Fabienne as she brushes

her teeth.

Butch keeps on from the other room.

BUTCH (O.S.)

Que hora es?

FABIENNE:

Que hora es?

BUTCH (O.S.)

What time is it?

FABIENNE:

What time is it?

BUTCH (O.S.)

Time for bed. Sweet dream, jellybean.

Fabienne brushes her teeth. We watch her for a moment or

two, then she remember something.

FABIENNE:

Butch.

She walks out of the bathroom to ask Butch a question, only

to find him sound asleep in bed.

She looks at him for a moment.

FABIENNE:

Forget it.

She exits frame, going back in the bathroom. WE STAY on the

WIDE SHOT of the unconscious Butch in bed.

FADE TO BLACK:

FADE UP:

MOTEL ROOM – MORNING

SAME SHOT AS BEFORE, the next morning. We find Butch still

asleep in bed.

Fabienne brushes her teeth half in and half out of the

bathroom so she can watch TV at the same time. She still

wears the terry cloth robe from the night before.

ON TV:
WILLIAM SMITH and a BUNCH OF HELL'S ANGELS are taking

on the entire Vietnamese army in the film "THE LOSERS".

Butch wakes from his sleep, as if a scary monster was chasing

him.

His start startles Fabienne.

FABIENNE:

Merde! You startled me. Did you have

a bad dream?

Butch squints down the front of the bed at her, trying to

focus.

Butch, still trying to chase the cobwebs away, sees on TV

Hell's Angels tear-assin' through a Vietnamese prison camp.

BUTCH:

What are you watching?

FABIENNE:

A motorcycle movie, I'm not sure the

name.

BUTCH:

Are you watchin' it?

Fabienne enters the room.

FABIENNE:

In a way. Why? Would you like for me

to switch it off?

BUTCH:

Would you please?

She reaches over and turns off the TV.

BUTCH:

It's a little too early in the morning

for explosions and war.

FABIENNE:

What was it about?

BUTCH:

How should I know, you were the one

watchin' it.

Fabienne laughs.

FABIENNE:

No, imbecile, what was your dream

about?

BUTCH:

Oh, I... don't remember. It's really

rare I remember a dream.

FABIENNE:

You just woke up from it.

BUTCH:

Fabienne, I'm not lying to you, I

don't remember.

FABIENNE:

Well, let's look at the grumpy man

in the morning. I didn't say you

were lying, it's just odd you don't

remember your dreams. I always

remember mine. Did you know you talk

in your sleep?

BUTCH:

I don't talk in my sleep, do I talk

in my sleep?

FABIENNE:

You did last night.

BUTCH:

What did I say?

Laying on top of him.

FABIENNE:

I don't know. I couldn't understand

you.

She kisses Butch.

FABIENNE:

Why don't you get up and we'll get

some breakfast at that breakfast

place with the pancakes.

BUTCH:

One more kiss and I'll get up.

Fabienne gives Butch a sweet long kiss.

FABIENNE:

Satisfied?

BUTCH:

Yep.

FABIENNE:

Then get up, lazy bones.

Butch climbs out of bed and starts pulling clothes out of

the suitcase that Fabienne brought.

BUTCH:

What time is it?

FABIENNE:

Almost nine in the morning. What

time does our train arrive?

BUTCH:

Eleven.

FABIENNE:

I'm gonna order a big plate of

blueberry pancakes with maple syrup,

eggs over easy, and five sausages.

BUTCH:

(surprised at her

potential appetite)

Anything to drink with that?

Butch is finished dressing.

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