Pulp Fiction (1994)
Tim Roth: Pumpkin
Jules : I'm not giving you that money. I'm buying something from you. Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?
Pumpkin : What?
Jules : Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't have to kill your ass. You read the Bible?
Pumpkin : Not regularly.
Jules : There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now... I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd.
Jules : Yolanda? How we doin, baby?
Yolanda : I gotta go pee! I want to go home.
Jules : Just hang in there, baby. You're doing' great. Ringo's proud of you and so am I. It's almost over. Tell her you're proud of her.
Pumpkin : I'm proud of you, Honey Bunny.
Yolanda : I love you!
Pumpkin : I love you too, Honey Bunny.
Yolanda : This place? A coffee shop?
Pumpkin : Why not? Nobody ever robs restaurants. Bars, liquor stores, gas stations... you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They're not expecting to get robbed. Not as expectant anyway.
Yolanda : I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this.
Pumpkin : Right, just like banks, these places are insured. Manager? He don't give a fuck. He just wants to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? Fucking forget it! No way they're taking a bullet for the register. Busboys? Some wetback getting paid a dollar-fifty an hour, really give a fuck you're stealing from the owner? See, I got the idea, last liquor store we held up, all the customers kept coming in?
Yolanda : Yeah.
Pumpkin : And you got the idea of taking their wallets. Now that was a good idea.
Yolanda : Thank you.
Pumpkin : Made more from the wallets than we did from the register.
Yolanda : Yes, we did.
Pumpkin : A lot of customers come into a restaurant.
Yolanda : A lot of wallets.
Pumpkin : Pretty smart, eh?
Yolanda : Pretty smart.
Yolanda : You want to rob banks?
Pumpkin : I'm not saying I want to rob banks, I'm just illustrating that if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing.
Yolanda : No more liquor stores?
Pumpkin : What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores. Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be. Too many foreigners own liquor stores these days. Vietnamese, Koreans, they don't even speak fucking English. You tell them, empty out the register, they don't know what the fuck you're talking about. They make it too personal, one of these gook fuckers is gonna make us kill him.
Yolanda : I'm not gonna kill anybody.
Pumpkin : I don't want to kill anybody either. But they'll probably put us in a situation where it's us or them. And if it's not the gooks, it's these old fucking Jews who've owned the store for fifteen fucking generations, you've got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand. Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far you get.
Pumpkin : Forget it. Too risky. I'm through doing that shit.
Yolanda : You always say that. That same thing every time, "I'm through, never again, too dangerous".
Pumpkin : I know that's what I always say. I'm always right, too.
Yolanda : But you forget about it in a day or two.
Pumpkin : Yeah, well the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just begun.
Pumpkin : The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we've got this guy's little girl, if you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her.
Yolanda : Did it work?
Pumpkin : Fucking-A right, it worked. That's what I'm saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone. Cleans the place out, doesn't even lift a fucking finger.
Yolanda : Did they hurt the little girl?
Pumpkin : I don't know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn't the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.
Coffee Shop : I'm the manager here! There's no problem, no problem at all...
Pumpkin : You're gonna give me a problem?
Coffee Shop : Noooo sir, I'm not! I'm not gonna give you any problem!
Pumpkin : You're gonna give me a problem? YOU ARE JUST GONNA GIVE ME A FUCKING PROBLEM! YOU ARE GONNA GIVE ME A FUCKING PROBLEM! Get- I don't know Honey Bunny, he looks like the hero type to me!
Honey Bunny : Well, just EXECUTE him!
Coffee Shop : I am not a hero, I'm just a coffee shop-
Pumpkin : Mexican's out the fucking kitchen!