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:31:20
I know what you're thinking.
:31:22
Anyone who drinks at 11 a.m. Needs
to take the cure, but I only do it here.

:31:27
In the real world, I never
drink till after 5:00...

:31:29
...and if it ever does,
I'm on the wagon for life.

:31:33
Glad to hear it.
:31:38
What's the matter with you?
:31:41
About six months ago,
the day Jonesy got hit...

:31:44
...I did something terrible with a patient.
Humiliated him. Drove him out of the office.

:31:50
Barry Neiman.
:31:53
Couple days ago, I saw his picture
in the paper. He ate himself to death.

:31:58
Mind if I don't use that story
next time I'm trying to sell a Mustang?

:32:03
Henry, you were a lead balloon long before
this porker munched his way to eternity.

:32:08
Thanks. You're a real comfort.
You got a real delicate touch to you.

:32:15
Here you go, Rick, buddy.
That will fix you up.

:32:25
Jesus Christ bananas!
Some fuckarow this is turning into!

:32:32
- Thanks a lot, Pete.
- Yeah, I think I got it all.

:32:35
What happened to you?
:32:40
Hi. Joe Clarendon.
Call me Beaver.

:32:45
Rick here had a bad night
in the woods.

:32:47
Welcome.
:32:49
- Is that frostbite?
- No, I get the same thing from peanuts.

:32:52
It's allergy.
:32:56
Grilled cheese, anyone?
:32:58
- No, the soup's fine for me, thanks.
- I'll bite. Sail it over here.


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