Vincent and Jules from Pulp FictionJULES
You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?
VINCENT
Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?
JULES
I wouldn’t go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What’s the nigger gonna do? He’s Samoan.
Well, Marcellus fucked him up good. And word around the campfire, it was on account of Marsellus Wallace’s wife.
VINCENT
What’d he do, fuck her?
JULES
No no no… nothin’ that bad.
VINCENT
Well what then?
JULES
He gave her a foot massage.
VINCENT
A foot massage?
JULES
Nods his head: “Yes.”
VINCENT
That’s all?
JULES
Nods his head: “Yes.”
VINCENT
What did Marsellus do?
JULES
Sent a couple of guys over to his place. They took him out on the patio of his apartment, threw his ass over the balcony. Nigga fell four stories. They had this garden at the bottom, enclosed in glass, like one of them greenhouses — nigga FELL THROUGH THAT. Since then, he’s kinda developed a speech impediment.
VINCENT
That’s a damn shame.
