Reservoir Dogs Monologue
| Reservoir Dogs by Quentin Tarantino | |
| Character: | Freddy |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age (range): | 18 - 55 |
| Style: | Drama |
| Length: | 4 minutes |
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Freddy: ...this was during the Los Angeles marijuana drought of
1986. I still had a connection. Which was insane, 'cause people couldn't
get weed anyf#@kinwhere then. Anyway, I had a connection with this hippie
chick up in Santa Cruz and all my friends knew it. And they'd give me
a call and say, "Hey, Freddy- "Hey, DUDE, you gettin' some, you
think you could get me some too?" They knew I smoked, so they'd ask me
to buy a little for them when I was buying for myself. But it got to be......got
to be that everytime I bought some weed, I was buyin for four or five
different people. Finally I said, "F#@k this sh!t." I'm makin this b!*ch
rich. She didn't have to do jack sh!t, she never even had to meet these
people. I was doin' all the work.
...then that got to be a pain
in the ass. People called me on
the phone all the f#@kin time. I
couldn't rent a f#@kin tape
without six f#@king phone calls
interrupting me. "Hey,
when's the next time you're gettin
some?" "Motherf#@ker, I'm tryin
to watch 'The Lost Boys'-- when I have
some, I'll let you know." And
then these rinky-dink pot heads
come by--there's my friends and
everything, but still, y'know. I got all
my sh!t laid out in sixty dollar
bags. They don't want sixty
dollars worth. They want ten
dollars worth. Breaking it up is
a major f#@kin pain in the ass. I
don't even know what ten
dollars looks like.
Now this was a very weird situation, 'cause I don't know if you remember
back in '86, there was a major f#@kin drought. Nobody had anything. People
were livin on resin and smokin the wood in their pipes for months. And
this chick had a bunch, and she was beggin me to sell it. So I told her
I wasn't gonna be Joe the Pot Man anymore. But I would take a little bit
and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that, and
said we'd keep the same arrangement as before, ten percent and free pot
for me, as long as I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed
she was sellin, and she didn't want to go to the buy alone...
