Pulp Fiction Page #6

ROGER, a young blond-haired surfer kid with a "Flock of

Seagulls" haircut, who has yet to say a word, sits at the

table with a big sloppy hamburger in his hand.

BRETT, a white, preppy-looking sort with a blow-dry haircut.

Vincent and Jules take in the place, with their hands in

their pockets. Jules is the one who does the talking.

JULES:

How you boys doin'?

No answer.

JULES:

(to Brett)

Am I trippin', or did I just ask you

a question.

BRETT:

We're doin' okay.

As Jules and Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys.

JULES:

Do you know who we are?

Brett shakes his head: "No."

JULES:

We're associates of your business

partner Marsellus Wallace, you

remember your business partner

dont'ya?

No answer.

JULES:

(to Brett)

Now I'm gonna take a wild guess here:

you're Brett, right?

BRETT:

I'm Brett.

JULES:

I thought so. Well, you remember

your business partner Marsellus

Wallace, dont'ya Brett?

BRETT:

I remember him.

JULES:

Good for you. Looks like me and

Vincent caught you at breakfast,

sorry 'bout that. What'cha eatin'?

BRETT:

Hamburgers.

JULES:

Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any

nutritious breakfast. What kinda

hamburgers?

BRETT:

Cheeseburgers.

JULES:

No, I mean where did you get'em?

MacDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-

Box, where?

BRETT:

Big Kahuna Burger.

JULES:

Big Kahuna Burger. That's that

Hawaiian burger joint. I heard they

got some tasty burgers. I ain't never

had one myself, how are they?

BRETT:

They're good.

JULES:

Mind if I try one of yours?

BRETT:

No.

JULES:

Yours is this one, right?

BRETT:

Yeah.

Jules grabs the burger and take a bite of it.

JULES:

Uuummmm, that's a tasty burger.

(to Vincent)

Vince, you ever try a Big Kahuna

Burger?

VINCENT:

No.

Jules holds out the Big Kahuna.

JULES:

You wanna bite, they're real good.

VINCENT:

I ain't hungry.

JULES:

Well, if you like hamburgers give

'em a try sometime. Me, I can't

usually eat 'em 'cause my girlfriend's

a vegetarian. Which more or less

makes me a vegetarian, but I sure

love the taste of a good burger.

(to Brett)

You know what they call a Quarter

Pounder with Cheese in France?

BRETT:

No.

JULES:

Tell 'em, Vincent.

VINCENT:

Royale with Cheese.

JULES:

Royale with Cheese, you know why

they call it that?

BRETT:

Because of the metric system?

JULES:

Check out the big brain on Brett.

You're a smart muthafucka. That's

right. The metric system.

(he points to a fast

food drink cup)

What's in this?

BRETT:

Sprite.

JULES:

Sprite, good, mind if I have some of

your tasty beverage to wash this

down with?

BRETT:

Sure.

Jules grabs the cup and takes a sip.

JULES:

Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot!

(to Roger)

You, Flock of Seagulls, you know

what we're here for?

Roger nods his head: "Yes."

JULES:

Then why don't you tell my boy here

Vince, where you got the sh*t hid.

MARVIN:

It's under the be –

JULES:

– I don't remember askin' you a

goddamn thing.

(to Roger)

You were sayin'?

ROGER:

It's under the bed.

Vincent moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out

a black snap briefcase.

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