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Vincent Vega und Marsellus Wallace's Frau
Against black, TITLE CARD:
"VINCENT VEGA
AND
MARSELLUS WALLACE'S WIFE"
FADE IN:
9. MEDIUM SHOT – BUTCH COOLIDGE 9.
We FADE UP on Butch Coolidge, a white, 26-year-old
prizefighter. Butch sits at a table wearing a red and blue
high school athletic jacket. Talking to him OFF SCREEN is
everybody's boss MARSELLUS WALLACE. The black man sounds like
a cross between a gangster and a king.
MARSELLUS (OS)
I think you're gonna find – when
all this shit is over and done – I
think you're gonna find yourself
one smilin' motherfucker. Thing is
Butch, right now you got ability.
But painful as it may be, ability
don't last. Now that's a hard
motherfuckin' fact of life, but
it's a fact of life your ass is
gonna hafta git realistic about.
This business is filled to the brim
with unrealistic motherfuckers who
thought their ass aged like wine.
Besides, even if you went all the
way, what would you be? Feather-
weight champion of the world. Who
gives a shit? I doubt you can even
get a credit card based on that.
A hand lays an envelope full of money on the table in front of
Butch. Butch picks it up.
MARSELLUS (OS)
Now the night of the fight, you may
fell a slight sting, that's pride
fuckin' wit ya. Fuck pride! Pride
only hurts, it never helps. Fight
through that shit. 'Cause a year
from now, when you're kickin' it in
the Caribbean you're gonna say,
»Marsellus Wallace was right.«
BUTCH
I got no problem with that.
MARSELLUS (OS)
In the fifth, your ass goes down.
Butch nods his head: »yes.«
MARSELLUS (OS)
Say it!
BUTCH
In the fifth, my ass goes down.
CUT TO:
10. INT. CAR (MOVING) – DAY 10.
Vincent Vega looks really cool behind the wheel of a 1964
cherry-red Chevy Malibu convertible. From the car radio,
ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYS. The b.g. is a COLORFUL PROCESS SHOT.
11. EXT. SALLY LeROY'S – DAY 11.
Sally LeRoy's is a large topless bat by LAX that Marsellus
owns.
Vincent's classic Malibu WHIPS into the near empty parking lot
and parks next to a white Honda Civic.
Vince knocks on the door. The front entrance is unlocked,
revealing the Dapper Dan fellow on the inside: ENGLISH DAVE.
Dave isn't really English, he's a young black man from Baldwin
Park, who has run a few clubs for Marsellus, including Sally
LeRoy's.
ENGLISH DAVE
Vincent Vega, our man in Amsterdam,
git your ass on in here.
Vincent, carrying the black briefcase from the scene between
Vincent and Jules, steps inside. English Dave SLAMS the door
in our faces.
12. INT. SALLY LeROY'S – DAY 12.
The spacious club is empty this time of day. English Dave
crosses to the bar, and Vince follows.
VINCENT
Where's the big man?
ENGLISH DAVE
He's over there, finishing up some
business.
VINCENT'S POV:
Butch shakes hands with a huge figure with his back to us.
The huge figure is the infamous and as of yet still UNSEEN
Marsellus.
ENGLISH DAVE (OS)
Hand back for a second or two, and
when you see the white boy leave,
go on over. In the meanwhile, can
I make you an espresso?
VINCENT
How 'bout a cup of just plain ol'
American?
ENGLISH DAVE
Comin' up. I hear you're taking
Mia out tomorrow?
VINCENT
At Marsellus' request.
ENGLISH DAVE
Have you met Mia?
VINCENT
Not yet.
English Dave smiles to himself.
VINCENT
What's so funny?
ENGLISH DAVE
Not a goddamn thing.
VINCENT
Look, I'm not a idiot. She's the
big man's fuckin' wife. I'm gonna
sit across a table, chew my food
with my mouth closed, laugh at her
jokes and that's all I'm gonna do.
English Dave puts Vince's coffee in front of him.
ENGLISH DAVE
My name's Paul, and this is between
y'all.
Butch bellies up to the bar next to Vincent, drinking his cup
of »plain ol' American.«
BUTCH
(to English Dave)
Can I get a pack'a Red Apples?
ENGLISH DAVE
Filters?
BUTCH
Non.
While Butch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his
coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over at him.
BUTCH
Lookin' at somethin', friend?
VINCENT
I ain't your friend, palooka.
Butch does a slow burn toward Vincent.
BUTCH
What was that?
VINCENT
I think ya heard me just fine,
punchy.
Butch turns his body to Vincent, when...
MARSELLUS (OS)
Vincent Vega has entered the
building, git your ass over here!
Vincent walks forward OUT OF FRAME, never giving Butch another
glance. We DOLLY INTO CU on Butch, left alone in the FRAME,
looking like he's ready to go into the manners-teaching
business.
BUTCH'S POV:
Vincent hugging and kissing the obscured figure that is
Marsellus.
Butch makes the wise decision that is this asshole's a friend
of Marsellus, he better let it go – for now.
ENGLISH DAVE (OS)
Pack of Red Apples, dollar-forty.
Butch is snapped out of his ass-kicking thoughts. He pays
English Dave and walks out of the SHOT.
DISSOLVE TO:
13. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE (KITCHEN) – NIGHT 13.
CU JODY
a woman who appears to have a fondness for earrings. Both of
her ears are pierced five times. She also sports rings in her
lips, eyebrows and nose.
JODY
...I'll lend it to you. It's a
great book on body piercing.
Jody, Vincent and a young woman names TRUDI sit at the kitchen
table of a suburban house in Echo Park. Even though Vince is
at the same table, he's not included in the conversation.
TRUDI
You know how they use that gun when
they pierce your ears? They don't
use that when they pierce your
nipples, do they?
JODY
Forget that gun. That gun goes
against the entire idea behind
piercing. All of my piercing,
sixteen places on my body, every
one of 'em done with a needle.
Five in each ear. One through the
nipple on my left breast. One
through my right nostril. One
through my left eyebrow. One
through my lip. One in my clit.
And I wear a stud in my tongue.
Vince has been letting this conversation go through one ear
and out the other, until that last remark.
VINCENT
(interrupting)
Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. I'm
curious, why would you get a stud
in your tongue?
Jody looks at him and says as if it were the most obvious
thing in the world.
JODY
It's a sex thing. It helps
fellatio.
That thought never occurred to Vincent, but he can't deny it
makes sense. Jody continues talking to Trudi, leaving Vincent
to ponder the truth of her statement.
LANCE (OS)
Vince, you can come in now!
14. INT. LANCE'S BEDROOM – NIGHT 14.
Lance, late-20s, is a young man with a wild and woolly
appearance that goes hand-in-hand with his wild and woolly
personality. Lance has been selling drugs his entire adult
life. He's never had a day job, never filed a tax return and
has never been arrested. He wears a red flannel shirt over a
»Speed Racer« tee-shirt.
Three bags of heroin lie on Lance's bed.
Lance and Vincent stand at the foot of the bed.
LANCE
Now this is Panda, from Mexico.
Very good stuff. This is Bava,
different, but equally good. And
this is Choco from the Hartz
Mountains of Germany. Now the
first two are the same, forty-five
an ounce – those are friend prices
– but this one...
(pointing to the Choco)
...this one's a little more
expensive. It's fifty-five. But
when you shoot it, you'll know
where that extra money went.
Nothing wrong with the first two.
It's real, real, real, good shit.
But this one's a fuckin' madman.
VINCENT
Remember, I just got back from
Amsterdam.
LANCE
Am I a nigger? Are you in
Inglewood? No. You're in my
house. White people who know the
difference between good shit and
bad shit, this is the house they
come to. My shit, I'll take the
Pepsi Challenge with Amsterdam shit
any ol' day of the fuckin' week.
VINCENT
That's a bold statement.
LANCE
This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This
is a seller's market. Coke is
fuckin' dead as disco. Heroin's
comin' back in a big fuckin' way.
It's this whole seventies retro.
Bell bottoms, heroin, they're as
hot as hell.
Vincent takes out a roll of money that would choke a horse to
death.
VINCENT
Give me three hundred worth of the
madman. If it's as good as you
say, I'll be back for a thousand.
LANCE
I just hope I still have it.
Whaddya think of Trudi? She ain't
got a boyfriend, wanna hand out an'
get high?
VINCENT
Which one's Trudi? The one with
all the shit in her face?
LANCE
No, that's Jody. That's my wife.
Vincent and Lance giggle at the »faux pas.«
VINCENT
I'm on my way somewhere. I got a
dinner engagement. Rain check?
LANCE
No problem?
Vincent takes out his case of the works (utensils for shooting
up).
VINCENT
You don't mind if I shoot up here?
LANCE
Me casa, su casa.
VINCENT
Mucho gracias.
Vincent takes his works out of his case and, as the two
continue to talk, Vince shoots up.
LANCE
Still got your Malibu?
VINCENT
You know what some fucker did to it
the other day?
LANCE
What?
VINCENT
Fuckin' keyed it.
LANCE
Oh man, that's fucked up.
VINCENT
Tell me about it. I had the
goddamn thing in storage three
years. It's out five fuckin' days
– five days, and some dickless
piece of shit fucks with it.
LANCE
They should be fuckin' killed. No
trial, no jury, straight to
execution.
As he cooks his heroin --
VINCENT
I just wish I caught 'em doin' it,
ya know? Oh man, I'd give anything
to catch 'em doin' it. It'a been
worth his doin' it, if I coulda
just caught 'em, you know what I
mean?
LANCE
It's chicken shit. You don't fuck
another man's vehicle.
CU – THE NEEDLE
going into Vincent's vein.
CU – BLOOD
spurting back into the syringe, mixing with the heroin.
CU OF VINCENT'S THUMB
pushing down on the plunger.
CUT TO:
15. EXT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE – NIGHT 15.
Vincent walks up to the driveway leading to Marsellus
Wallace's front door. When he gets to the door, he hears
MUSIC on the other side, and a note in plain view taped to it.
He rips it off.
CU – NOTE
"Hi Vincent,
I'm getting dressed. The door's
open. Come inside and make
yourself a drink.
Mia"
Vincent neatly folds the note up, sticks it in his pocket,
takes a here-goes-nothing breath and turns the knob.
16. INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE – NIGHT 16.
As Vincent steps inside, the MUSIC that was behind the door,
SWELLS drastically. Vincent, hands in pockets, strolls
inside, checking out his boss' home.
VINCENT
(yelling)
Hello! I'm here!
We hear a DOOR OPEN, Vincent turns in its direction.
17. INT. DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT 17.
We're inside the room where the MUSIC is PLAYING. In the f.g.
MIA WALLACE, naked with her back to us, talks to Vincent
through a crack in the door. The door shields the front of
her body from Vincent.
MIA
Vincent Vega?
VINCENT
I'm Vincent, you Mia?
MIA
That's me, pleased to meetcha. I'm
still getting dressed. To your
left, past the kitchen, is a bar.
Why don't you make yourself a
drink, have a seat in the living
room, and I'll be out within three
shakes of a lamb's tail.
VINCENT
Take your time.
Mia closes the door. Before she can fully turn around and
show us her face...
WE CUT:
BACK TO VINCENT
standing where he was, MUSIC beating, looking at the closed
door. We slowly ZOOM to the door.
We slowly ZOOM from a MEDIUM SHOT to CU on Vincent as he
contemplates what's on the other side of the door. When we
reach a CU, he walks OUT OF FRAME, breaking the spell.
Vincent walks to the bar and pours himself a drink.
WE JUXTAPOSE
as the MUSIC plays.
Mia's dress selection is taken out of the closet.
Vincent, drink in hand, moves into the living room.
Mia, her back to CAMERA, dressed in her pretty dress, checks
herself in the mirror. We DOLLY towards her. Her face is
still obscured.
CU – PORTRAIT OF MIA
hanging on the living room wall, showing Mia sensually
reclining on a couch.
HIGH ANGLE SHOT OF VINCENT
looking up at the portrait.
CU – Mia cutting a huge line of coke on her vanity table with
a credit card.
Vincent sits on a plush, comfy couch.
CU – MIA'S NOSE
snorting the line from a rolled up dollar bill.
Vincent on the couch, drink in hand. The SONG abruptly CUTS
OFF.
CU – CD PLAYER OPENING
Mia's hand comes in and takes the CD out.
The CAMERA follows behind Mia's bare feet as she walks out of
the dressing room, through the dining room, through the
kitchen and into the living room.
SHOT THROUGH A VIDEO CAMERA
Mia has a camcorder and is videotaping Vincent on the couch.
He looks up and sees her.
MIA (OS)
Smile, you're on Mia's camera!
VINCENT
Ready to go?
MIA (OS)
Not yet. I'm going to interview you
first. Are you any relation to
Suzanne Vega?
VINCENT
Yeah, she's my cousin.
MIA (OS)
Suzanne Vega the folk singer is
your cousin?
VINCENT
Suzanne Vega's my cousin. If she's
become a folk singer, I sure as
hell don't know nothin' about it.
But then I haven't been to too many
Thanksgivings lately.
MIA (OS)
Now I'm gonna ask you a bunch of
quick questions I've come up with
that more of less tell me what kind
of person I'm having dinner with.
My theory is that when it comes to
important subjects, there's only
two ways a person can answer. For
instance, there's two kinds of
people in this world, Elvis people
and Beatles people. Now Beatles
people can like Elvis. And Elvis
people can like the Beatles. But
nobody likes them both equally.
Somewhere you have to make a
choice. And that choice tells me
who you are.
VINCENT
I can dig it.
MIA (OS)
I knew you could. First question,
Brady Bunch or the Partridge
Family?
VINCENT
The Partridge Family all the way,
no comparison.
MIA (OS)
On »Rich Man, Poor Man,« who did
you like, Peter Strauss or Nick
Nolte?
VINCENT
Nick Nolte, of course.
MIA (OS)
Are you a »Bewitched« man, or a
»Jeannie« man?
VINCENT
»Bewitched,« all the way, though I
always dug how Jeannie always
called Larry Hagman »master.«
MIA (OS)
If you were »Archie,« who would you
fuck first, Betty or Veronica?
VINCENT
Betty. I never understood Veronica
attraction.
MIA (OS)
Have you ever fantasized about
being beaten up by a girl?
VINCENT
Sure.
MIA (OS)
Who?
VINCENT
Emma Peel on »The Avengers.« That
tough girl who usta hang out with
Encyclopedia Brown. And Arlene
Motika.
MIA (OS)
Who's Arlene Motika?
VINCENT
Girl from sixth grade, you don't
know her.
CU – MIA
lowers the camcorder from in front of her face and we get our
first full-on look at her. When we do, we get a pretty good
idea why Marsellus feels the way he does. She breaks out in a
blinding smile.
MIA
Cut. Print. Let's go eat.
18. EXT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT 18.
In the past six years, 50's diners have sprung up all over LA,
giving Thai restaurants a run for their money. They're all
basically the same. Decor out of an »Archie« comic book,
Golden Oldies constantly emanating from a bubbly Wurlitzer,
saucy waitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like the
Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfman Jack Omelette, and
over prices that pay for all this bullshit.
But then there's JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's
diners. Either the best or the worst, depending on your point
of view.
Vincent's Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign with
a neon figure of a cartoon surly cool cat jackrabbit in a red
windbreaker towers over the establishment. Underneath the
cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Underneath that is
the slogan: »Next best thing to a time machine.«
19. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT 19.
Compared to the interior, the exterior was that of a quaint
English pub. Posters from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over the
wall (»ROCK ALL NIGHT,« »HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL,« "ATTACK OF
THE CRAB MONSTER,» and «MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that
the patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies of 50s
cars.
In the middle of the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign
on the wall states, »No shoes allowed.« So wannabe beboppers
(actually Melrose-types), do the twist in their socks or
barefeet.
The picture windows don't look out the street, but instead,
B & W movies of 50's street scenes play behind them. The
WAITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50's icons:
MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DEAN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and
LEWIS, and THE PHILIP MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing
appropriate costumes.
Vincent and Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red
'59 Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), comes over, sporting a
big button on his chest that says: "Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing
you please me."
BUDDY
Hi I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?
VINCENT
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
BUDDY
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,
or bloody as hell?
VINCENT
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a
vanilla coke.
BUDDY
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
MIA
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger
– bloody – and a five-dollar
shake.
BUDDY
How d'ya want that shake, Martin
and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
MIA
Martin and Lewis.
VINCENT
Did you just order a five-dollar
shake?
MIA
Sure did.
VINCENT
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
MIA
Uh-huh.
VINCENT
It costs five dollars?
BUDDY
Yep.
VINCENT
You don't put bourbon in it or
anything?
BUDDY
Nope.
VINCENT
Just checking.
Buddy exits.
Vincent takes a look around the place. The YUPPIES are
dancing, the DINERS are biting into big, juicy hamburgers, and
the icons are playing their parts. Marilyn is squealing, The
Midget is paging Philip Morris, Donna Reed is making her
customers drink their milk, and Dean and Jerry are acting a
fool.
MIA
Whaddya think?
VINCENT
It's like a wax museum with a pulse
rate.
Vincent takes out his pouch of tobacco and begins rolling
himself a smoke.
After a second of watching him --
MIA
What are you doing?
VINCENT
Rollin' a smoke.
MIA
Here?
VINCENT
It's just tobacco.
MIA
Oh. Well in that case, will you
roll me one, cowboy?
As he finishes licking it --
VINCENT
You can have his one, cowgirl.
He hands her the rolled smoke. She takes it, putting it to
her lips. Out of nowhere appears a Zippo lighter in Vincent's
hand. He lights it.
MIA
Thanks.
VINCENT
Think nothing of it.
He begins rolling one for himself.
As this time, the SOUND of a subway car fills the diner,
making everything SHAKE and RATTLE. Marilyn Monroe runs to a
square vent in the floor. An imaginary subway train BLOWS the
skirt of her white dress around her ears as she lets out a
squeal. The entire restaurant applauds.
Back to Mia and Vincent
MIA
Marsellus said you just got back
from Amsterdam.
VINCENT
Sure did. I heard you did a pilot.
MIA
That was my fifteen minutes.
VINCENT
What was it?
MIA
It was show about a team of female
secret agents called "Fox Force
Five."
VINCENT
What?
MIA
»Fox Force Five.« Fox, as in we're
a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as
in we're a force to be reckoned
with. Five, as in there's one..two
..three..four..five of us. There
was a blonde one, Sommerset O'Neal
from that show »Baton Rouge,« she
was the leader. A Japanese one, a
black one, a French one and a
brunette one, me. We all had
special skills. Sommerset had a
photographic memory, the Japanese
fox was a kung fu master, the black
girl was a demolition expert, the
French fox' specialty was sex...
VINCENT
What was your specialty?
MIA
Knives. The character I played,
Raven McCoy, her background was she
was raised by circus performers.
So she grew up doing a knife act.
According to the show, she was the
deadliest woman in the world with a
knife.
But because she grew up in a
circus, she was also something of
an acrobat. She could do
illusions, she was a trapeze artist
– when you're keeping the world
safe from evil, you never know when
being a trapeze artist's gonna come
in handy. And she knew a zillion
old jokes her grandfather, an old
vaudevillian, taught her. If we
woulda got picked up, they woulda
worked in a gimmick where every
episode I woulda told and ol joke.
VINCENT
Do you remember any of the jokes?
MIA
Well I only got the chance to say
one, 'cause we only did one show.
VINCENT
Tell me.
MIA
No. It's really corny.
VINCENT
C'mon, don't be that way.
MIA
No. You won't like it and I'll be
embarrassed.
VINCENT
You told it in front of fifty
million people and you can't tell
it to me? I promise I won't laugh.
MIA
(laughing)
That's what I'm afraid of.
VINCENT
That's not what I meant and you
know it.
MIA
You're quite the silver tongue
devil, aren't you?
VINCENT
I meant I wouldn't laugh at you.
MIA
That's not what you said Vince.
Well now I'm definitely not gonna
tell ya, 'cause it's been built up
too much.
VINCENT
What a gyp.
Buddy comes back with the drinks. Mia wraps her lips around
the straw of her shake.
MIA
Yummy!
VINCENT
Can I have a sip of that? I'd like
to know what a five-dollar shake
tastes like.
MIA
Be my guest.
She slides the shake over to him.
MIA
You can use my straw, I don't have
kooties.
Vincent smiles.
VINCENT
Yeah, but maybe I do.
MIA
Kooties I can handle.
He takes a sip.
VINCENT
Goddamn! That's a pretty fuckin'
good milk shake.
MIA
Told ya.
VINCENT
I don't know if it's worth five
dollars, but it's pretty fuckin'
good.
He slides the shake back.
Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.
MIA
Don't you hate that?
VINCENT
What?
MIA
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we
feel it's necessary to yak about
bullshit in order to be
comfortable?
VINCENT
I don't know.
MIA
That's when you know you found
somebody special. When you can
just shit the fuck up for a minute,
and comfortably share silence.
VINCENT
I don't think we're there yet. But
don't feel bad, we just met each
other.
MIA
Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to
the bathroom and powder my nose,
while you sit here and think of
something to say.
VINCENT
I'll do that.
20. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (LADIES ROOM) – NIGHT 20.
Mia powders her nose by doing a big line of coke off the
bathroom sink. Her head jerks up from the rush.
MIA
(imitating Steppenwolf)
I said goddamn!
21. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (DINING AREA) – NIGHT 21.
Vincent digs into his Douglas Sirk steak. As he chews, his
eyes scan the Hellsapopinish restaurant.
Mia comes back to the table.
MIA
Don't you love it when you go to
the bathroom and you come back to
find your food waiting for you?
VINCENT
We're lucky we got it at all.
Buddy Holly doesn't seem to be much
of a waiter. We shoulda sat in
Marilyn Monroe's section.
MIA
Which one, there's two Marilyn
Monroes.
VINCENT
No there's not.
Pointing at Marilyn in the white dress serving a table.
VINCENT
That's Marilyn Monroe...
Then, pointing at a BLONDE WAITRESS in a tight sweater and
capri pants, taking an order from a bunch of FILM GEEKS --
VINCENT
...and that's Mamie Van Doren. I
don't see Jayne Mansfield, so it
must be her night off.
MIA
Pretty smart.
VINCENT
I have moments.
MIA
Did ya think of something to say?
VINCENT
Actually, there's something I've
wanted to ask you about, but you
seem like a nice person, and I
didn't want to offend you.
MIA
Oooohhhh, this doesn't sound like
mindless, boring, getting-to-know-
you chit-chat. This sounds like
you actually have something to say.
VINCENT
Only if you promise not to get
offended.
MIA
You can't promise something like
that. I have no idea what you're
gonna ask. You could ask me what
you're gonna ask me, and my natural
response could be to be offended.
Then, through no fault of my own, I
woulda broken my promise.
VINCENT
Then let's just forget it.
MIA
That is an impossibility. Trying
to forget anything as intriguing as
this would be an exercise in
futility.
VINCENT
Is that a fact?
Mia nods her head: »Yes.«
MIA
Besides, it's more exciting when
you don't have permission.
VINCENT
What do you think about what
happened to Antwan?
MIA
Who's Antwan?
VINCENT
Tony Rocky Horror.
MIA
He fell out of a window.
VINCENT
That's one way to say it. Another
way is, he was thrown out. Another
was is, he was thrown out by
Marsellus. And even another way
is, he was thrown out of a window
by Marsellus because of you.
MIA
Is that a fact?
VINCENT
No it's not, it's just what I
heard.
MIA
Who told you this?
VINCENT
They.
Mia and Vincent smile.
MIA
They talk a lot, don't they?
VINCENT
They certainly do.
MIA
Well don't by shy Vincent, what
exactly did they say?
Vincent is slow to answer
MIA
Let me help you Bashful, did it
involve the F-word?
VINCENT
No. They just said Rocky Horror
gave you a foot massage.
MIA
And...?
VINCENT
No and, that's it.
MIA
You heard Marsellus threw Rocky
Horror out of a four-story window
because he massaged my feet?
VINCENT
Yeah.
MIA
And you believed that?
VINCENT
At the time I was told, it seemed
reasonable.
MIA
Marsellus throwing Tony out of a
four-story window for giving me a
foot massage seemed reasonable?
VINCENT
No, it seemed excessive. But that
doesn't mean it didn't happen. I
heard Marsellus is very protective
of you.
MIA
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.
VINCENT
But did it happen?
MIA
The only thing Antwan ever touched
of mine was my hand, when he shook
it. I met Anwan once – at my
wedding – then never again. The
truth is, nobody knows why
Marsellus tossed Tony Rocky Horror
out of that window except Marsellus
and Tony Rocky Horror. But when
you scamps get together, you're
worse than a sewing circle.
VINCENT
Are you mad?
MIA
Not at all. Being the subject of
back-fence gossip goes with the
right, I guess.
She takes a sip of her five-dollar shake, and says:
MIA
Thanks.
VINCENT
What for?
MIA
Asking my side.
At that moment, a great oldie-but-goodie BLASTS from the
jukebox.
MIA
I wanna dance.
VINCENT
I'm not much of a dancer.
MIA
Now I'm the one gettin' gyped. I
do believe Marsellus told you to
take me out and do whatever I
wanted. Well, now I want to dance.
Vincent smiles and begins taking off his boots. Mia
triumphantly casts hers off. He takes her hand, escorting her
to the dance floor. The two face each other for that brief
moment before you begin to dance, than they both break into a
devilish twist. Mia's version of the twist is that of a sexy
cat. Vincent is pure Mr. Cool as he gets into a hip-
swivelling rhythm that would make Mr. Checker proud.
The OTHER DANCERS on the floor are trying to do the same
thing, but Vincent and Mia seem to be strangely shaking their
asses in sync. The two definitely share a rhythm and share
smiles as they SING ALONG with the last verse of the Golden
Oldie.
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22. INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOME – NIGHT 22.
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