Little help please..."Pulp Fiction" trivia...
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Little help please..."Pulp Fiction" trivia...
Bruce Willis' character "Butch" has the little French girlfriend who wants a pot belly and blueberry pancakes. She also thinks "Tulip" is a better name than "Mongoloid"...
Butch has an over the top lovey dovey term of endearment for her. I wanna say it's a multisyllabic nic like the diner trash robbery chick, "Hunny Bunny"...
A buddy at work says the nic Butch always calls Fabienne is "Sugar Pop". Man, that just doesn't sound right to me. Little help here, please. He must've called her this nic at least a half dozen times. Wtf is it???
Butch has an over the top lovey dovey term of endearment for her. I wanna say it's a multisyllabic nic like the diner trash robbery chick, "Hunny Bunny"...
A buddy at work says the nic Butch always calls Fabienne is "Sugar Pop". Man, that just doesn't sound right to me. Little help here, please. He must've called her this nic at least a half dozen times. Wtf is it???
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Re: Little help please..."Pulp Fiction" trivia...
Van wrote:Bruce Willis' character "Butch" has the little French girlfriend who wants a pot belly and blueberry pancakes. She also thinks "Tulip" is a better name than "Mongoloid"...
Butch has an over the top lovey dovey term of endearment for her. I wanna say it's a multisyllabic nic like the diner trash robbery chick, "Hunny Bunny"...
A buddy at work says the nic Butch always calls Fabienne is "Sugar Pop". Man, that just doesn't sound right to me. Little help here, please. He must've called her this nic at least a half dozen times. Wtf is it???
Quick scanned through that script from the link Donovan posted...that's it.
Just wanted to RACK this...
This watch I got here was first
purchased by your great-granddaddy.
It was bought during the First
World War in a little general store
in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was
bought by private Doughboy Ernie
Coolidge the day he set sail for
Paris. It was your great-
granddaddy's war watch, made by the
first company to ever make wrist
watches. You see, up until then,
people just carried pocket watches.
Your great-granddaddy wore that
watch every day he was in the war.
Then when he had done his duty, he
went home to your great-
grandmother, took the watch off his
wrist and put it in an ol' coffee
can. And in that can it stayed
'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge
was called upon by his country to
go overseas and fight the Germans
once again. This time they called
it World War Two.
Your great-granddaddy gave it to
your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't
as good as his old man's. Your
granddad was a Marine and he was
killed with all the other Marines
at the battle of Wake Island. Your
granddad was facing death and he
knew it. None of those boys had
any illusions about ever leavin'
that island alive. So three days
before the Japanese took the
island, your 22-year old
grandfather asked a gunner on an
Air Force transport named Winocki,
a man he had never met before in
his life, to deliver to his infant
son, who he had never seen in the
flesh, his gold watch. Three days
later, your grandfather was dead.
But Winocki kept his word. After
the war was over, he paid a visit
to your grandmother, delivering to
your infant father, his Dad's gold
watch. This watch. This watch was
on your Daddy's wrist when he was
shot down over Hanoi. He was
captured and put in a Vietnamese
prison camp. Now he knew if the
gooks ever saw the watch it's be
confiscated. The way your Daddy
looked at it, that watch was your
birthright. And he'd be damned if
and slopeheads were gonna put their
greasy yella hands on his boy's
birthright. So he hid it in the
one place he knew he could hide
somethin'. His ass. Five long
years, he wore this watch up his
ass. Then when he died of
disentary, he gave me the watch. I
hid with uncomfortable hunk of
metal up my ass for two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent
home to my family. And now, little
man, I give the watch to you.
Walken is fuckin' legendary. Anyone ever seen King of New York? I swear, dude doesn't say a word for the last half hour of the movie. Just goes around killing people. Well wait, I take that back. He does say "hey" right before he blasts that dude in the head in the taxi cab.
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Re: Little help please..."Pulp Fiction" trivia...
Baby.Van wrote:Bruce Willis' character "Butch" has the little French girlfriend who wants a pot belly and blueberry pancakes. She also thinks "Tulip" is a better name than "Mongoloid"...
Butch has an over the top lovey dovey term of endearment for her. I wanna say it's a multisyllabic nic like the diner trash robbery chick, "Hunny Bunny"...
A buddy at work says the nic Butch always calls Fabienne is "Sugar Pop". Man, that just doesn't sound right to me. Little help here, please. He must've called her this nic at least a half dozen times. Wtf is it???
"Sorry, Baby, but I had to crash that Honda"
" It's a chopper, Baby"
"Ned's dead, Baby, Ned's dead"
WacoFan wrote:Flying any airplane that you can hear the radio over the roaring radial engine is just ghey anyway.... Of course, Cirri are the Miata of airplanes..
Yep, dammit, it was "Sugar Pop"...
Thanks, Donovan.
I still love the hottie brunette taxi driver, especially the way she pronounced "Butch" as "Boootch", with her luscious lips all pursed together like SoCal spying Karl Duhrell lathering up in the shower...
Thanks, Donovan.
I still love the hottie brunette taxi driver, especially the way she pronounced "Butch" as "Boootch", with her luscious lips all pursed together like SoCal spying Karl Duhrell lathering up in the shower...
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"Your LA priviledges are over"
"I'm going to call in a couple of pipe-hitting n.iggers with a pair of pliers and a blow torch so the homes here can die one painful, miserable death" or something like that.... "You ain't dying yet hillbilly boy!" - For some reason that dude scared the hell out of me everytime he spoke in the movie.
"I'm going to call in a couple of pipe-hitting n.iggers with a pair of pliers and a blow torch so the homes here can die one painful, miserable death" or something like that.... "You ain't dying yet hillbilly boy!" - For some reason that dude scared the hell out of me everytime he spoke in the movie.
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"I'm going to call a couple hard pipe-hittin' nig.gas to go to work on the Holmes here... with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. Do you hear me talkin' to you hillbilly boy?!?!? I'm gonna get medieval on yo ass."
I think those were the lines but it's been awhile since I've watched the movie. You have to see "Kill Bill" v2 then v1 to understand some of that. Especially with the sword.
Quenten often talks about his influences and likes to weird out some ideas for movies. To me Quenten is like Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys. They are geniuses and just have fun creating with a passion.
That's cool.
I think those were the lines but it's been awhile since I've watched the movie. You have to see "Kill Bill" v2 then v1 to understand some of that. Especially with the sword.
Quenten often talks about his influences and likes to weird out some ideas for movies. To me Quenten is like Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys. They are geniuses and just have fun creating with a passion.
That's cool.
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Seriously. I don't disagree with a word of it.
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AP....that sounds about right. Been awhile for me, too. The role Tarantino played in the movie was kind of screwy. He was like this geek who had all kinds of clout and respect from some very dangerous and bad-assed people.
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Speaking of Christopher Walken, I just watched "True Romance" again a couple of days ago. Hadn't seen it since it was realeased theatrically. That one scene between Walken and Dennis Hopper where he (Hopper) goes off on the history of Sicilians' having mvscal ancestory is one of the funniest and well played scenes I can remember. Absolute classic. Also, the bit where James Gandolfini beats the crap out of Patricia Arquette, only to get his own ass blown away was freaking intense and funny all at once. Great movie.
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Re: Little help please..."Pulp Fiction" trivia...
I didn't knowShoalzie wrote:This watch I got here was first
purchased by your great-granddaddy.
It was bought during the First
World War in a little general store
in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was
bought by private Doughboy Ernie
Coolidge the day he set sail for
Paris. It was your great-
granddaddy's war watch, made by the
first company to ever make wrist
watches. You see, up until then,
people just carried pocket watches.
Your great-granddaddy wore that
watch every day he was in the war.
Then when he had done his duty, he
went home to your great-
grandmother, took the watch off his
wrist and put it in an ol' coffee
can. And in that can it stayed
'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge
was called upon by his country to
go overseas and fight the Germans
once again. This time they called
it World War Two.
Your great-granddaddy gave it to
your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't
as good as his old man's. Your
granddad was a Marine and he was
killed with all the other Marines
at the battle of Wake Island. Your
granddad was facing death and he
knew it. None of those boys had
any illusions about ever leavin'
that island alive. So three days
before the Japanese took the
island, your 22-year old
grandfather asked a gunner on an
Air Force transport named Winocki,
a man he had never met before in
his life, to deliver to his infant
son, who he had never seen in the
flesh, his gold watch. Three days
later, your grandfather was dead.
But Winocki kept his word. After
the war was over, he paid a visit
to your grandmother, delivering to
your infant father, his Dad's gold
watch. This watch. This watch was
on your Daddy's wrist when he was
shot down over Hanoi. He was
captured and put in a Vietnamese
prison camp. Now he knew if the
gooks ever saw the watch it's be
confiscated. The way your Daddy
looked at it, that watch was your
birthright. And he'd be damned if
and slopeheads were gonna put their
greasy yella hands on his boy's
birthright. So he hid it in the
one place he knew he could hide
somethin'. His ass. Five long
years, he wore this watch up his
ass. Then when he died of
disentary, he gave me the watch. I
hid with uncomfortable hunk of
metal up my ass for two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent
home to my family. And now, little
man, I give the watch to you.
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man was the
author of P
ulp Fiction.
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