What the fuck is this place?
This is Jackrabbit Slim's.
An Elvis man should love it.
-Come on, Mia. Let's go get a steak. -You can get a steak here, daddy-o.
Don't be a--
Oh, after you, kitty-cat.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Now, how may I help you?
-There's a reservation under Wallace. -Wallace?
-We reserved a car. -Oh, a car.
Why don't you seat 'em over there in the Chrysler.
Let's hear it!
What do you think?
I think it's like a wax museum with a pulse.
Hi, I'm Buddy. What can I get you?
Let's see, steak, steak, steak. Oh, yeah, I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
How do you want that cooked? Burned to a crisp or bloody as hell?
Bloody as hell, and Oh, yeah, look at this-- vanilla Coke.
What about you, Peggy Sue?
I'll have the... Durward Kirby burger, bloody.
And... a five-dollar shake.
-How do you want that shake, Martin and Lewis, or Amos 'n Andy? -Martin and Lewis.
-Did you just order a five-dollar shake? -Mm-hmm.
That's a shake? That's milk and ice cream?
-Last I heard. -That's five dollars?
-You don't put bourbon in it or nothin'? -No.
-Just checking. -I'll be right back with your drinks.
Could you, um... roll me one of those, cowboy?
-You can have this one, cowgirl. -Thanks.
Think nothin' of it.
-So... Marsellus said you just got back from Amsterdam. -Sure did.
-How long were you there? -Two or three years.
I go there about once a year to chill out for a month.
No kiddin'? I didn't know that.
Why would you?
I heard you did a pilot.
That was my 15 minutes.
What was it?
It was a show about a team of female secret agents called Fox Force Five.
-What? -Fox Force Five. Fox, as in were a bunch of foxy chicks.
Force, as in we're a force to be reckoned with. And five, as in there's one-two-three-four-five of us.
There was a blond one, Sommerset O'Neal. She was the leader.
The Japanese fox was a kung fu master.
The black girl was a demolition expert.
French fox's speciality was sex.
-What was your speciality? -Knives.
The character I played, Raven McCoy, her background was she grew up raised by circus performers.
According to the show, she was the deadliest woman in the world with a knife.
And she knew a zillion old jokes.
Her grandfather, an old vaudevillian, taught her.
And if we would have got picked up, they would've worked in a gimmick... where every show I would've told another joke.
You know any of them old jokes?
Well, I only got the chance to say one 'cause we only did one show.
-Tell me. -It's corny.
Don't be that way. Tell me.
No, you wouldn't like it, and I'd be embarrassed.
You told 50 million people, and you can't tell me?
-I promise I won't laugh. -That's what I'm afraid of, Vince.
That's not what I meant. You know it.
Now I'm definitely not gonna tell you 'cause it's been built up too much.
What a gyp.
-Mmm. Yummy. -You think I could have a sip of that?
-Be my guest. -I gotta know what a five-dollar shake tastes like.
-You can use my straw. I don't have cooties. -Yeah, but maybe I do.
Cooties I can handle.
-Goddamn, that's a pretty fuckin' good milkshake! -Told ya.
I don't know if it was worth $5, but it's pretty fuckin' good.
Don't you hate that?
Hate what?
Uncomfortable silences.
Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
I don't know. That's a good question.
That's when you know you found somebody really special.
When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.
Well, I don't think we're quite there yet, but don't feel bad. We just met each other.
I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom and powder my nose. You sit here...
-and think of something to say. -I'll do that.
I said goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn.
Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom to find your food waiting for you?
We're lucky we got anything at all.
I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter.
Maybe we should've sat in Marilyn Monroe's section.
Coffee?
-Which one? There's two Monroes. -No, there's not. That is Marilyn Monroe.
That is Mamie Van Doren.
I don't see Jayne Mansfield, so she must have the night off.
-Pretty smart. -Yeah. I got my moments.
-So did you think of somethin' to say? -Actually, I did.
However... you seem like a really nice person, and I--
I don't want to offend you.
This doesn't sound like the usual, mindless, boring, gettin'-to-know-you chitchat.
This sounds like you actually have somethin' to say.
Well, well, I do. I do.
-But you have to promise not to be offended. - No, no.
You can't promise somethin' like that. I have no idea what you're gonna ask me.
You can ask me what you're gonna ask me, and my natural response could be to get offended.
Then, through no fault of my own, I would have broken my promise.
Let's just forget it.
-That's an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility. -Is that a fact?
-And besides, isn't it more, uh, exciting when you don't have permission? -All right, all right.
Well, here goes. What did you think about what happened to Antwan?
-Who's Antwan? -Tony Rocky Horror. You know him.
-He fell out of a window. -Hmm. Hmm. Well, that is one way to say it.
Another way to say it would be that he was thrown out.
Another way would be he was thrown out by Marsellus.
Yet even another way is to say he was thrown out of a window by Marsellus because of you.
-Is that a fact? -No. No, it's not a fact. It's just what I heard.
-That's just what I heard. -Who told you?
They.
"They" talk a lot, don't they?
They certainly do. They certainly do.
-Don't be shy, Vincent. What else did "they" say? -I'm-- I'm not shy.
-Did it involve the "F" word? -No, no, no, no, no.
-They just said that Antwan had given you a foot massage. -And?
And-- And nothin'. That's it.
You heard Marsellus... threw Tony Rocky Horror out of a fourth-story window for giving me a foot massage?
-And you believe that? -Well, at the time I was told it sounded reasonable.
Marsellus throwing Tony out of a fourth-story window... for massaging my feet seemed reasonable?
No, it seemed excessive, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen.
I understand that Marsellus is very protective of you.
A husband being protective of his wife is one thing.
A husband almost killing another man for touching his wife's feet is something else.
But did it happen?
Only thing Antwan ever touched of mine was my hand when he shook it...
-at my wedding. -Really?
Truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus threw Tony out that window... except Marsellus and Tony.
When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle.