Vincent: Whoa!
Jules: What the f***'s happening, man? Ah, s**t man!
Vincent: Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Jules: Why the f*** did you do that!
Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!
Jules: Oh man I've seen some crazy ass s**t in my time...
Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.
Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherf**ing bump.
Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a b**ch. The gun went off. I don't know why.
Jules: Well look at this f***ing mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!
Vincent: I don't believe it.
Jules: Well believe it now, motherf***er! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice s**t like you're driving a car drenched in f***ing blood.
Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.
Jules: This in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.
Vincent: Well Jules this ain't my f***ing town, man!
Jules: S**t!
[
Jules dials a number on his cell phone]
Vincent: What you doin'?
Jules: I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.
Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake?
Jules: It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the f*** we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. Hey Jimmie, yo, how you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious f***ing s**t. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.