Reservoir Dogs Script

'PULP FICTION' - by Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary'PULP FICTION'ByQuentin Tarantino & Roger AvaryPULP pulp n.1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass or matter.2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter andbeing characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.American Heritage Dictionary: New College EditionINT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNINGA normal Denny's, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles.It's about 9:00 in the morning.

BLONDE (slowly) I said: 'Are you gonna bark all day, dog, or are you gonna bite.' PINK Both of you two assholes knock it the fuck off and calm down! 'PULP FICTION' INT. '74 CHEVY (MOVING) – MORNING An old gas guzzling, dirty, white 1974 Chevy Nova BARRELS down a homeless-ridden street in Hollywood. In the front seat are two young fellas – one white, one black – both wearing cheap black suits with thin black ties under long green dusters.

While the place isn't jammed,there's a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munchingon bacon and eating eggs.Two of these people are a YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. TheYoung Man has a slight working-class English accent and,like his fellow countryman, smokes cigarettes like they'regoing out of style.It is impossible to tell where the Young Woman is from orhow old she is; everything she does contradicts somethingshe did. The boy and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue isto be said in a rapid pace 'HIS GIRL FRIDAY' fashion.YOUNG MANNo, forget it, it's too risky. I'mthrough doin' that shit.YOUNG WOMANYou always say that, the same thingevery time: never again, I'm through,too dangerous.YOUNG MANI know that's what I always say.

I'malways right too, but –YOUNG WOMAN– but you forget about it in a dayor two -YOUNG MAN– yeah, well, the days of meforgittin' are over, and the days ofme rememberin' have just begun.YOUNG WOMANWhen you go on like this, you knowwhat you sound like?YOUNG MANI sound like a sensible fucking man,is what I sound like.YOUNG WOMANYou sound like a duck.(imitates a duck)Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,quack, quack.YOUNG MANWell take heart, 'cause you're nevergonna hafta hear it again. Becausesince I'm never gonna do it again,you're never gonna hafta hear mequack about how I'm never gonna doit again.YOUNG WOMANAfter tonight.The boy and girl laugh, their laughter putting a pause inthere, back and forth.YOUNG MAN(with a smile)Correct. I got all tonight to quack.A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.WAITRESSCan I get anybody anymore coffee?YOUNG WOMANOh yes, thank you.The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. The Young Manlights up another cigarette.YOUNG MANI'm doin' fine.The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of hissmoke.The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into hercoffee.The Young Man goes right back into it.YOUNG MANI mean the way it is now, you'retakin' the same fuckin' risk as whenyou rob a bank. You take more of arisk.

Banks are easier! Federalbanks aren't supposed to stop youanyway, during a robbery. They'reinsured, why should they care?

Youdon't even need a gun in a federalbank. I heard about this guy, walkedinto a federal bank with a portablephone, handed the phone to the teller,the guy on the other end of the phonesaid: 'We got this guy's little girl,and if you don't give him all yourmoney, we're gonna kill 'er.' YOUNG WOMANDid it work?YOUNG MANFuckin' A it worked, that's what I'mtalkin' about!

Knucklehead walks ina bank with a telephone, not a pistol,not a shotgun, but a fuckin' phone,cleans the place out, and they don'tlift a fuckin' finger.YOUNG WOMANDid they hurt the little girl?YOUNG MANI don't know. There probably neverwas a little girl – the point of thestory isn't the little girl. Thepoint of the story is they robbedthe bank with a telephone.YOUNG WOMANYou wanna rob banks?YOUNG MANI'm not sayin' I wanna rob banks,I'm just illustrating that if wedid, it would be easier than what webeen doin'.YOUNG WOMANSo you don't want to be a bank robber?YOUNG MANNaw, all those guys are goin' downthe same road, either dead or servin'twenty.YOUNG WOMANAnd no more liquor stores?YOUNG MANWhat have we been talking about?Yeah, no more-liquor-stores. Besides,it ain't the giggle it usta be. Toomany foreigners own liquor stores.Vietnamese, Koreans, they can'tfuckin' speak English. You tell 'em:'Empty out the register,' and theydon't know what it fuckin' means.They make it too personal.

We keepon, one of those gook motherfuckers'gonna make us kill 'em.YOUNG WOMANI'm not gonna kill anybody.YOUNG MANI don't wanna kill anybody either.But they'll probably put us in asituation where it's us of them. Andif it's not the gooks, it these oldJews who've owned the store forfifteen fuckin' generations. Ya gotGrandpa Irving sittin' behind thecounter with a fuckin' Magnum. Trywalkin' into one of those storeswith nothin' but a telephone, seehow far it gets you. Fuck it, forgetit, we're out of it.YOUNG WOMANWell, what else is there, day jobs?YOUNG MAN(laughing)Not this life.YOUNG WOMANWell what then?He calls to the Waitress.YOUNG MANGarcon! Coffee!Then looks to his girl.YOUNG MANThis place.The Waitress comes by, pouring him some more.WAITRESS(snotty)'Garcon' means boy.She splits.YOUNG WOMANHere? It's a coffee shop.YOUNG MANWhat's wrong with that?

People neverrob restaurants, why not? Bars, liquorstores, gas stations, you get yourhead blown off stickin' up one ofthem. Restaurants, on the other hand,you catch with their pants down.They're not expecting to get robbed,or not as expecting.YOUNG WOMAN(taking to idea)I bet in places like this you couldcut down on the hero factor.YOUNG MANCorrect. Just like banks, these placesare insured. The managers don't givea fuck, they're just tryin' to getya out the door before you startpluggin' diners. Waitresses, forgetit, they ain't takin' a bullet forthe register.

Busboys, some wetbackgettin' paid a dollar fifty a hourgonna really give a fuck you'restealin' from the owner. Customersare sittin' there with food in theirmouths, they don't know what's goin'on. One minute they're havin' a Denveromelet, next minute somebody'sstickin' a gun in their face.The Young Woman visibly takes in the idea. The Young Mancontinues in a low voice.YOUNG MANSee, I got the idea last liquor storewe stuck up. 'Member all thosecustomers kept comin' in?YOUNG WOMANYeah.YOUNG MANThen you got the idea to takeeverybody's wallet.YOUNG WOMANUh-huh.YOUNG MANThat was a good idea.YOUNG WOMANThanks.YOUNG MANWe made more from the wallets thenwe did the register.YOUNG WOMANYes we did.YOUNG MANA lot of people go to restaurants.YOUNG WOMANA lot of wallets.YOUNG MANPretty smart, huh?The Young Woman scans the restaurant with this newinformation.She sees all the PATRONS eating, lost in conversations. Thetired WAITRESS, taking orders.

The BUSBOYS going through themotions, collecting dishes. The MANAGER complaining to theCOOK about something. A smiles breaks out on the Young Woman'sface.YOUNG WOMANPretty smart.(into it)I'm ready, let's go, right here,right now.YOUNG MANRemember, same as before, you'recrowd control, I handle the employees.YOUNG WOMANGot it.They both take out their.32-caliber pistols and lay them onthe table. He looks at her and she back at him.YOUNG WOMANI love you, Pumpkin.YOUNG MANI love you, Honey Bunny.And with that, Pumpkin and Honey Bunny grab their weapons,stand up and rob the restaurant. Pumpkin's robbery personais that of the in-control professional.

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Honey Bunny's isthat of the psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.PUMPKIN(yelling to all)Everybody be cool this is a robbery!HONEY BUNNYAny of you fuckin' pricks move andI'll execute every one of youmotherfuckers! Got that?CUT TO:CREDIT SEQUENCE:'PULP FICTION'INT. '74 CHEVY (MOVING) – MORNINGAn old gas guzzling, dirty, white 1974 Chevy Nova BARRELSdown a homeless-ridden street in Hollywood. In the frontseat are two young fellas – one white, one black – bothwearing cheap black suits with thin black ties under longgreen dusters. Their names are VINCENT VEGA (white) and JULESWINNFIELD (black). Jules is behind the wheel.JULES– Okay now, tell me about the hashbars?VINCENTWhat so you want to know?JULESWell, hash is legal there, right?VINCENTYeah, it's legal, but is ain't ahundred percent legal.

I mean youcan't walk into a restaurant, roll ajoint, and start puffin' away. You'reonly supposed to smoke in your homeor certain designated places.JULESThose are hash bars?VINCENTYeah, it breaks down like this: it'slegal to buy it, it's legal to ownit and, if you're the proprietor ofa hash bar, it's legal to sell it.It's legal to carry it, which doesn'treally matter 'cause – get a load ofthis – if the cops stop you, it'sillegal for this to search you.Searching you is a right that thecops in Amsterdam don't have.JULESThat did it, man – I'm fuckin' goin',that's all there is to it.VINCENTYou'll dig it the most. But you knowwhat the funniest thing about Europeis?JULESWhat?VINCENTIt's the little differences. A lottathe same shit we got here, they gotthere, but there they're a littledifferent.JULESExamples?VINCENTWell, in Amsterdam, you can buy beerin a movie theatre. And I don't meanin a paper cup either. They give youa glass of beer, like in a bar. InParis, you can buy beer atMacDonald's.

Also, you know whatthey call a Quarter Pounder withCheese in Paris?JULESThey don't call it a Quarter Pounderwith Cheese?VINCENTNo, they got the metric system there,they wouldn't know what the fuck aQuarter Pounder is.JULESWhat'd they call it?VINCENTRoyale with Cheese.JULES(repeating)Royale with Cheese. What'd they calla Big Mac?VINCENTBig Mac's a Big Mac, but they callit Le Big Mac.JULESLe Big Mac. What do they call aWhopper?VINCENTI dunno, I didn't go into a BurgerKing. But you know what they put onfrench fries in Holland instead ofketchup?JULESWhat?VINCENTMayonnaise.JULESGoddamn!VINCENTI seen 'em do it. And I don't mean alittle bit on the side of the plate,they fuckin' drown 'em in it.JULESUuccch!CUT TO:INT. CHEVY (TRUNK) – MORNINGThe trunk of the Chevy OPENS UP, Jules and Vincent reachinside, taking out two.45 Automatics, loading and cockingthem.JULESWe should have shotguns for thiskind of deal.VINCENTHow many up there?JULESThree or four.VINCENTCounting our guy?JULESI'm not sure.VINCENTSo there could be five guys up there?JULESIt's possible.VINCENTWe should have fuckin' shotguns.They CLOSE the trunk.CUT TO:EXT.