Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia!
Answer.
Fuck you, Lance! Answer!
Lance! The goddamn phone's ringing!
I can hear it.
I thought you told those fuckin' assholes never to call here this late!
Yeah, I told them. And that is exactly what I'm going to tell this fucking asshole right now.
-Hello. -Lance! Vincent. I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man. I'm coming to your house.
W-Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man. W-What's the problem?
I got this chick, she's fuckin' O.D.in' on me!
Well, don't bring her here!
I'm not even joking with you! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house!
-No choice. -Wh-- She's O.D.in'?
She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man!
Okay, then you bite the fuckin' bullet, take her to a hospital and call a lawyer.
-Negative! -This is not my fuckin' problem, man!
You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this!
Uh, are you talkin' to me on a cellular phone?
I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here! I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller! Prank caller!
What the hell was that?
Have you lost your fucking mind?
You were talking about drug shit on a cellular phone! The cops are gonna haul our asses to jail!
Grab her feet. Hurry!
Are you deaf? You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house!
-This "fucked-up bitch" is Marsellus Wallace's wife. Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? -Yeah.
If she croaks on me, I am a fucking grease spot!
I will be forced to tell him that you did not help and let her die on your lawn.
Now, come on. Help me, help me. Pick her up.
Shit.
It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning. What the fuck's going on out here?
Who's she?
Go to the fridge and get the thing with the adrenalin shot.
-What's wrong with her? -She's O.D.ing!
-Get her outta here! -Get the shot! -Fuck you!
-Fuck you too! -What a fuckin' bitch.
Just keep talking to her, all right? Don't let her go into shock.
-I'm going to go get my little black medical book. -What the fuck you need a medical book for?
I've never had to give an adrenalin shot before!
I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers! My friends can handle their highs!
-Get the shot! -I am, if you'll let me! -I ain't stopping you!
-Stop talking to me. Start talking to her! -Hurry up! -All right!
-Hurry up. We're losing her! -I'm looking as fast as I can!
-What are you looking for? -A little black medical book.
-What are you looking for? -My little black medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses.
-I never saw no medical book. -Trust me. I have one.
If it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot?
-I don't know! Stop bothering me! -While you're looking for it, that girl's gonna die on our carpet.
-You're never gonna find anything in this mess! -I'm gonna fucking kill you if you don't shut up!
- Lance, get in here! -Get the fuck outta my way.
-Fuck you. -Quit fuckin' around and give her the shot. -Okay.
While I'm doing this, you take off her shirt and find her heart.
-Does it gotta be exact? -Yeah...
We're giving her a shot in the heart, so it's gotta be exact. -I don't know exactly where her heart is.
-I think it's right here. -That's it. -All right, what I need is a big, fat magic marker.
-You got it? -What? -A magic marker.
A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker! Christ!
-Come on, man. Hurry up! -Fuck! Okay, okay.
I think it's ready.
I'll tell you what to do.
You're gonna give her the shot.
-You're gonna give her the shot. -No, you're gonna give her the shot. -I ain't giving her the shot.
-I never done this before. -I never done this either! I ain't starting now!
You brought her here. You give her the shot.
The day I bring an O.D.ing bitch to your house, then I give her the shot.
Give it to me. Give me that. All right, tell me what to do.
Okay, you're giving her an injection of adrenalin straight to her heart.
But she's got a breastplate-- You gotta pierce through that.
You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
I gotta-- I gotta stab her three times?
No, just stab her once! But it's gotta be hard enough to get through her breastplate into her heart.
-Once you do that, you p-press down on the p-plunger. -Okay. Then what happens?
-Kinda curious about that myself. -This ain't no fuckin' joke!
-Am I gonna kill her? -She's supposed to come out of it like that. -All right.
-Count to three. -All right. Ready?
If you're all right, then say something.
Something.
That was fuckin' trippy.
Oh, man.
Mia. Mia.
What's your thoughts on how to handle this?
What's yours?
Well, I'm of the opinion that if Marsellus lived his whole life, he doesn't need to know nothing about this incident.
If Marsellus knew about this incident, I'd be in as much trouble as you.
I seriously doubt that.
I can keep a secret if you can.
Shake on it?
Mum's the word? Cool.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
-Vincent. Do you wanna hear my Fox Force Five joke? -Sure.
Except I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.
No, you won't laugh 'cause it's not funny.
But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.
-I can't wait. -Okay.
Three tomatoes are walkin' down the street. Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato and Baby Tomato.
Baby Tomato starts lagging behind, and Papa Tomato gets really angry.
Goes back and squishes him and says, "Ketchup."
See you around.