-You just be quiet over there! -Waitresses on the floor! Get on the fuckin'-- Get the fuck down!
You're in a blind spot. Take your dames over to that booth,
on the count of ten! -Mexicans, out of the fucking kitchen!
Get out here now! What the fuck are you doing, you fucking yuppie?
-You gonna give me a problem? -No, sir, I'm not.
-I think we got a hero here, Honey Bunny. -Well, just execute him!
I am not a hero. I'm just a coffee shop manager.
Get the fuck down! The restaurant's ours!
Just take whatever you want.
-You talk to the customers. -Yeah.
-You tell them to be fucking cool and everything will be over. You understand me? -Yes!
Listen, everybody. Be calm, cooperate,
-and this'll all be over in a minute! -Get the fuck down!
All right, now, people, gonna come around and collect your wallets!
You don't fucking talk. You just throw 'em in the bag! Are we clear?
I said, are we fucking clear? Good! Now, wallets out!
-That's it. In the bag. In the fucking bag! -I don't have nothin' on me, man.
Is that a cellular phone? In the fucking bag.
-What's in the case? -My boss's dirty laundry.
-Your boss makes you do his laundry? -When he wants it clean.
-Sounds like a shit job. -Funny, I was thinkin' the same thing.
-Open it. -'Fraid I can't do that.
-I didn't hear you. -Yes, you did.
-What's going on? -Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst.
Shoot him in the face!
I hate to shatter your ego, but this ain't the first time I've had a gun pointed at me.
If you don't take your hand off that case, it'll be your last.
Stop causing problems! You'll get us all killed!
Give 'em what you got and get 'em outta here!
Shut the fuck up, fat man! This ain't none of your goddamn business!
Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool.
No problem. I got it under control.
Now, I'm gonna count to three.
If you don't open that case, I'm gonna unload in your fucking face.
-One. Two. Three. -Okay, Ringo. You win.
It's yours.
Open it.
Hey, what is it? What is it?
-Is that what I think it is? -Mm-hmm.
-It's beautiful. -Goddamn it, what is it?
You let him go! You let him go!
-Let go of him, or I'm gonna kill you! -Say, "Bitch, be cool!" Say, "Bitch, be cool!"
-Be cool! Be cool! -Tell that bitch to chill! -You're gonna die so fuckin' bad!
-Now, promise her it's gonna be all right! -I promise! -Tell her to chill! -Chill out, Honey Bunny! -Now tell me her name.
-Yolanda. -All right, now, Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we?
-Don't you hurt him! -Nobody's gonna hurt anybody!
We're all gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like?
-Come on, Yolanda! What's Fonzie like? -He's cool.
-What? -Cool. -Correctamundo.
And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool.
Now, Ringo, I'm gonna count to three.
And when I count three, I want you to let go of your gun,
put your palms flat on the table and sit your ass down.
And when you do it, you do it cool. You ready?
-Okay, now you let him go! -Yolanda! I thought you were gonna be cool.
Now, when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared.
When motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
Just know, you hurt him, you die.
Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don't want that.
And you don't want that. And Ringo here definitely doesn't want that. So let's see what we can do.
Now... here's the situation.
Normally both your asses would be dead as fuckin' fried chicken,
but you happened to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period, and I don't wanna kill you; I wanna help you.
But I can't give you this case, 'cause it don't belong to me.
Besides, I been through too much shit over this case this morning... to just hand it over to your dumb ass.
Vincent! Be cool!
Yolanda, it's cool, baby.
We still just talkin'. Come on. Point the gun at me. Point the gun at me.
There you go. Now, Vincent, you just hang back... and don't do a goddamn thing. Tell her it's still cool.
-It's still cool, Honey Bunny. -How we doin', baby?
I-- I gotta go pee. I wanna go home.
Hang in there, baby. I'm proud of you. And Ringo's proud of you. It's almost over.
-Tell her you're proud of her. -I'm proud of you, Honey Bunny. -I love you.
I love you too, Honey Bunny.
Now, I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.
-Which one is it? -It's the one that says "Bad Motherfucker."
That's it. That's my bad motherfucker. Open it up. Take out the money.
Count it. How much is there?
-About 5,000 dollars. -Okay, put it in your pocket. It's yours.
Now, with the rest of those wallets and the register,
that makes this a pretty successful little score, huh?
Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 5,000 dollars, and I'll shoot him on general principle.
No, Yolanda! Yolanda! He ain't gonna do a goddamn, motherfuckin' thing! Vince, shut the fuck up!
-Shut up! -Come on, Yolanda. Stay with me, baby.
Now, I ain't givin' it to him, Vincent. I'm buyin' something for my money.
-Wanna know what I'm buyin', Ringo? -What?
Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't have to kill your ass.
-You read the Bible, Ringo? -Not regularly, no.
Well, there's this passage I got memorized.
Ezekiel 25:17.
I been sayin' that shit for years,
and if you heard it, that meant your ass.
I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some coldblooded shit to say to a motherfucker... before I popped a cap in his ass.
But I saw some shit this morning made me think twice.
See, now I'm thinkin' maybe it means... you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man,
and Mr 9-millimetre here, he's the shepherd... protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness.
Or it could mean... you're the righteous man, and I'm the shepherd,
and it's the world that's evil and selfish.
Now, I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth.
The truth is, you're the weak... and I'm the tyranny of evil men.
But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard... to be the shepherd.
Go.
-I think we should be leaving now. -Yeah, that's probably a good idea.