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[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen
: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this? Jimmie
: Knock it off, Julie. Jules
] What? Jimmie
: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage. Jules
: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that... Jimmie
] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"? Jules
: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no... Jimmie
: [cutting him off again; getting angry
] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"? Jules
] No. I didn't. Jimmie
: You know WHY you didn't see that sign? Jules
: Why? Jimmie
: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
: I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.
: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house? Jimmie
: Sure is. The Wolf
: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems. Jimmie
: Good, we got one. The Wolf
: So I heard. May I come in? Jimmie
: Uh, yeah, please do.
: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie? Jimmie
: Uh, one hundred percent. The Wolf
: Your wife... Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right? Jimmie
: Uh-huh. The Wolf
: I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she'd wouldn't appreciate it none too much? Jimmie
] She wouldn't at that. The Wolf
: That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.
: I can't believe this is the same car. The Wolf
: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie? Jimmie
: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. Jules
: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.