We gotta be real fuckin' delicate with this Jimmie situation.
He's one remark away from kickin' our asses out the door.
-If he does, what do we do? -We ain't leavin' 'til we make a couple calls,
but I don't want it to reach that pitch--
Jimmie's a friend. You don't come into your friend's house and start tellin' him what's what.
Just tell him not to be abusive.
He kinda freaked out back there when he saw Marvin.
Put yourself in his position-- It's 8:00 in the morning, he just woke up. He wasn't expectin' this shit.
We gotta remember here who's doin' who a favour.
If that favour means I gotta take shit, he can stick that favour up his ass.
Fuck, nigger, what the fuck'd you just do to his towel, man?
-I was dryin' my hands! -You're supposed towash 'em first! -You watched me wash 'em.
-I watched you get 'em wet. -I was washin' 'em. This shit's hard to get off.
Maybe if he'd had Kava I coulda done a better job.
I used the same fuckin' soap you did, and when I finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn maxi-pad!
What if he was to come in here and see his towel like this? It's shit like this that's gonna bring this situation to a head, man!
Look, I ain't threatenin' you or nothin', all right? You know I respect you and all.
-But just don't put me in this position, all right? -All right. Fine. Fine.
Ask me nice like that, no problem.
Just go handle your friend. Go ahead. I don't care.
Mmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This some serious gourmet shit.
Me and Vincent would've been satisfied... with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice.
Right? And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavour is this?
-Knock it off, Julie. -What?
I don't need you to tell me how fuckin'good my coffee is. 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 'cause when I drink it, I wanna 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.
-Jimmie, don't even worry-- -Don't tell me about anything.
I wanna ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice the sign on the front of my house that said, "Dead Nigger Storage"?
-You know I ain't seen no-- -Did you notice the sign on the front of my house... that said, "Dead Nigger Storage"?
No. I didn't.
-You know why you didn't see that sign? -Why?
'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business, that's why!
-We're not gonna store the motherfucker-- - Don't you fuckin' realize... that if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced?
No marriage counsellor. No trial separation. I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.
Okay? And I don't wanna get fuckin' divorced!
Man, you know, fuck, I wanna help you, but I don't wanna lose my wife doin' it.
-Jimmie, she ain't gonna leave you. -Don't fuckin' "Jimmie" me, Jules! Okay?
Don't fuckin' "Jimmie" me. There's nothin' you're gonna say that's gonna make me forget I love my wife. Is there?
Now, look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half.
The graveyard shift at the hospital. You gotta make some phone calls? You gotta call some people? Well, then, do it.
-And then get the fuck out of my house before she gets here. -That's Kool and the Gang. We don't wanna fuck your shit up.
All I wanna do is call my people and get 'em to bring us in.
You're fucking my shit up right now!
You're gonna fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home.
Do me that favour, all right? The phone is in my bedroom. I suggest you get going.
Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do?
Oh, no fuckin' shit she'll freak.
That ain't no kinda answer. I mean, you know, I don't. How much? A lot or a little?
You got to appreciate what an explosive element... this Bonnie situation is.
She comes home from a hard day's work, finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen... doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain't no tellin' what she's liable to do.
Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the ifs.
I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs!
All I want to hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker.
Chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly."
You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker.
Chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly.
-You sendin' the Wolf? -Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?
Shit, yeah, negro! That's all you had to say!
She the hysterical type?
When is she due?
Give me the principals' names again.
It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.