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INT. LIVING ROOM JOEY walks up to JAKE. JOEY Hey, c'mon, what's the matter? JAKE (privately, to Joey) I ain't ever gonna fight Joe Louis, that's what's the matter. JOEY What're you talking about? He's a heavyweight. You're a middleweight. JAKE holds out his scarred hands. JAKE Look at these hands. These fuckin' hands. I was born with a girl's hands. And even if I put on enough weight to be a heavyweight, I'd be too slow to fight. No matter how big I get, I'll never be big enough to fight Louis. JAKE pauses. IRMA watches from the doorway. JOEY That's what I'm sayin'. You shouldn't even think like that. It's crazy. JAKE I tell you one thing. Ok, I'll never be big enough to fight Louis, but I know Joey, I know... JOEY You know? JAKE Yeah. Do me a favor. JOEY Sure. What is it? JAKE Hit me in the face. JOEY (after a pause) You want me to do what? JAKE You heard me, I said hit me. JOEY C'mon, Jack. You had a few drinks. JAKE Go ahead. I ain't drunk. Take your best shot. On the jaw. JOEY Jack, I got no gloves. JAKE (grabs a nearby towel) Here's your glove. JOEY wraps it around his fist. IRMA watches. JOEY hits JAKE with his right. JAKE holds fast. JAKE Go ahead. Hit me. C'mon, don't worry about it. I want you to hit me with everything you got. JOEY hauls off and lands him a real belt. JAKE rolls with it and stands firm. JAKE Again. Harder. JOEY hits him again. JAKE Harder. Go 'head. JOEY hits him again. JAKE Harder. (grabs the towel) Take the towel off. JOEY Jack! Enough! JAKE Go ahead. JOEY hits him again. JAKE holds fast. JAKE starts to walk away. JOEY What was that for? I know you can take punches. I can hit you from now to doomsday. What the fuck does that prove? JAKE See that, I don't feel it. I can take it. I know I can take anybody. LT.HICOX (ENGLISH) 'Well, if this is it old boy, I hope you dont mind if I go out speaking the kings? MAJOR HELLSTROM (ENGLISH) By all means, Cap't. The English film critic, commando, picks up the thirty-three the Nazi Major bought him, and says; LT.HICOX There's a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch. And seeing as I might be rapping on the door momentarily... He downs the stuff. LT.HICOX (To the Nazi MAJOR) I must say, damn good stuff, sir. He puts the glass down. LT.HICOX Now about this, "Pickle", we find ourself's in. It would appear, there's only thing left for you to do. MAJOR HELLSTROM (ENGLISH) And what would that be? LT.HICOX Stiglitz. STIGLITZ Say, auf wiedersehen to your balls! STIGLITZ FIRES into HELLSTROM'S BALLS... As does HICOX, HITTING not only Hellstrom, but BRIDGET as well. HELLSTROM FIRES into HICOX'S BALLS and KNEE CAPS. INT. '74 CHEVY (MOVING) – MORNING An old gas guzzling, dirty, white 1974 Chevy Nova BARRELS down a homeless-ridden street in Hollywood. In the front seat are two young fellas – one white, one black – both wearing cheap black suits with thin black ties under long green dusters. Their names are VINCENT VEGA (white) and JULES WINNFIELD (black). Jules is behind the wheel. JULES – Okay now, tell me about the hash bars? VINCENT What do you want to know? JULES Well, hash is legal there, right? VINCENT Yeah, it's legal, but is ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places. JULES Those are hash bars? VINCENT Yeah, it breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, which doesn't really matter 'cause – get a load of this – if the cops stop you, it's illegal for them to search you. Searching you is a right that the cops in Amsterdam don't have. JULES That did it, man – I'm fuckin' goin', that's all there is to it. VINCENT You'll dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is? JULES What? VINCENT It's the little differences. A lotta the same shit we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different. JULES Examples? VINCENT Well, in Amsterdam, you can buy beer in a movie theatre. And I don't mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer, like in a bar. In Paris, you can buy beer at MacDonald's. Also, you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris? JULES They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese? VINCENT No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is. JULES What'd they call it? VINCENT Royale with Cheese. JULES (repeating) Royale with Cheese. What'd they call a Big Mac? VINCENT Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac. JULES Le Big Mac. What do they call a Whopper? VINCENT I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King. But you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup? JULES What? VINCENT Mayonnaise. JULES Goddamn! VINCENT I seen 'em do it. And I don't mean a little bit on the side of the plate, they fuckin' drown 'em in it. JULES Uuccch!