Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules.
Jules: What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: No, I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Jules: But Jimmie, we ain't gonna store the motherfucker -
Jimmie: No no no no no, don't you fucking realize man that if Bonnie comes home, and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced? Alright? No marriage counseling no trial seperation, I'm going to get fucking divorced, ok? And I don't want to get fucking divorce. Now man, you know, fuck, I wanna help you but I don't want to lose my wife doing it, alright?.
Jules: Jimmie, Jimmie she ain't gonna leave you....
Jimmie: Don't fucking Jimmie me Jules, OK? Don't fucking Jimmie me! There's nothing that you're gonna say thats gonna make me forget that I love my wife is there?! Now look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half. Graveyard shift at the hospital. You gotta make some phones calls? You gotta call some people? Well then do it! And then get the fuck out of my house before she gets here!
Jules: Hey, that's Kool and the Gang. You know, we don't wanna fuck your shit up. All we wanna do is call my people and get em to bring us in that's all.
Jimmie: You don't wanna fuck my shit up? YOU'RE FUCKING MY SHIT UP RIGHT NOW! You're gonna fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home. So just do me that favor, alright? The phone is in my bedroom I suggest you get going.