Pulp Fiction Monologue
|Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Winston Wolf: Good... I need you two fellas is to do...is to take those cleaning products and clean the inside of the car. I'm talking fast, fast, fast. You need to go in the back seat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull--get it out of there...wipe down the upholstery. Now, when it comes to the upholstery...it don't need to be spic-and-span. You don't need to eat off it. Just give it a good once-over. What you need to take care of... are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected, you gotta soak that sh!t up. Now Jimmie. We need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets. I need comforters. I need quilts. I need bedspreads. The thicker the better, the darker the better. No whites. Can't use 'em. We need to camouflage the interior of the car. Were going to line the front seat and the back seat and floorboards with quilts and blankets, so if a cop stops us, and starts sticking his big snout in the car, the subterfuge won't last, but at a glance the car will appear to be normal. Jimmy, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
[Vincent complains about Mr. Wolf's tone]
Winston Wolf: Come again?
[Vincent complains again]
Winston Wolf: Get it straight, buster. I'm not here to say please. I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self preservation is an instinct you possess, you'd better f#@kin' do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help's not appreciated, lotsa luck gentlemen.
[Jules tries assuaging the situation]
[Vincent humbles himself]
Winston Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you to guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the f#@kin' car.