I'm not a cobb or corn, so you can
stop butterin' me up. I don't need
you to tell me how good my coffee
is. I'm the one who buys it, I
know how f**kin' good it is. When
Bonnie goes shoppin;, she buys
sh*t. I buy the gourmet expensive
stuff 'cause when I drink it, I
wanna taste it. But what's on my
mind at this moment isn't the
coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead
n****r in my garage.
JULES
Jimmie --
JIMMIE
-- I'm talkin'. Now let me ask you
a question, Jules. When you drove
in here, did you notice a sign out
front that said, "Dead n****r
storage?"
Jules starts to "Jimmie" him --
JIMMIE
-- answer to question. Did you see
a sign out in front of my house
that said, "Dead n****r storage?"
JULES
(playing along)
Naw man, I didn't.
JIMMIE
You know why you didn't see that
sign?
JULES
Why?
JIMMIE
'Cause storin' dead n****rs ain't
my f**kin' business!
Jules starts to "Jimmie" him.
JIMMIE
-- I ain't through! Now don't you
understand that if Bonnie comes
home and finds a dead body in her
house, I'm gonna get divorced. No
marriage counselor, no trial
separation -- f**kin' divorced.
And I don't wanna get f**kin'
divorced. The last time me an'
Bonnie talked about this sh*t was
gonna be the last time me an'
Bonnie talked about this sh*t. Now
I wanna help ya out Julie, I really
do. But I ain't gonna lose my wife
doin' it.
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Kinda long but good none the less rfom Pulp Fiction
