Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary
PULP [pulp] n.
1. A soft, moist, shapeless ma** or matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and
being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.
American Heritage Dictionary: New College Edition
INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING
A normal Denny's, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles.
It's about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn't jammed,
there's a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching
on bacon and eating eggs.
Two of these people are a YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. The
Young Man has a slight working-cla** English accent and,
like his fellow countryman, smokes cigarettes like they're
going out of style.
It is impossible to tell where the Young Woman is from or
how old she is; everything she does contradicts something
she did. The boy and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue is
to be said in a rapid pace "HIS GIRL FRIDAY" fashion.
No, forget it, it's too risky. I'm
through doin' that sh*t.
You always say that, the same thing
every time: never again, I'm through,
I know that's what I always say. I'm
always right too, but –
– but you forget about it in a day
or two -
– yeah, well, the days of me
forgittin' are over, and the days of
me rememberin' have just begun.
When you go on like this, you know
what you sound like?
I sound like a sensible f**king man,
is what I sound like.
You sound like a duck.
(imitates a duck)
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,
Well take heart, cause you're never
gonna hafta hear it again. Because
since I'm never
gonna do it again,
you're never gonna hafta hear me
quack about how I'm
never gonna do
The boy and girl laugh, their laughter putting a pause in
there, back and forth.
(with a smile)
Correct. I got all tonight to quack.
A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.
Can I get anybody anymore coffee?
Oh yes, thank you.
The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. The Young Man
lights up another cigarette.
I'm doin' fine.
The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of his
The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into her
The Young Man goes right back into it.
I mean the way it is now, you're
takin' the same f**kin' risk as when
you rob a bank. You take more of a
risk. Banks are easier! Federal
banks aren't supposed to stop you
anyway, during a robbery. They're
insured, why should they care? You
don't even need a gun in a federal
bank. I heard about this guy, walked
into a federal bank with a portable
phone, handed the phone to the teller,
the guy on the other end of the phone
said: "We got this guy's little girl,
and if you don't give him all your
money, we're gonna kill 'er."
Did it work?
F**kin' A it worked, that's what I'm
talkin' about! Knucklehead walks in
a bank with a telephone, not a pistol,
not a shotgun, but a f**kin' phone,
cleans the place out, and they don't
lift a f**kin' finger.
Did they hurt the little girl?
I don't know. There probably never
was a little girl – the point of the
story isn't the little girl. The
point of the story is they robbed
the bank with a telephone.
You wanna rob banks?
I'm not sayin' I wanna rob banks,
I'm just illustrating that if we
did, it would be easier than what we
So you don't want to be a bank robber?
Naw, all those guys are goin' down
the same road, either dead or servin'
And no more liquor stores?
What have we been talking about?
Yeah, no more-liquor-stores. Besides,
it ain't the giggle it usta be. Too
many foreigners own liquor stores.
Vietnamese, Koreans, they can't
f**kin' speak English. You tell 'em:
"Empty out the register," and they
don't know what it f**kin' means.
They make it too personal. We keep
on, one of those gook motherf**kers'
gonna make us kill 'em.
I'm not gonna kill anybody.
I don't wanna kill anybody either.
But they'll probably put us in a
situation where it's us or them. And
if it's not the gooks, it these old
Jews who've owned the store for
fifteen f**kin' generations. Ya got
Grandpa Irving sittin' behind the
counter with a f**kin' Magnum. Try
walkin' into one of those stores
with nothin' but a telephone, see
how far it gets you. F**k it, forget
it, we're out of it.
Well, what else is there, day jobs?
Not this life.
Well what then?
He calls to the Waitress.
Then looks to his girl.
The Waitress comes by, pouring him some more.
"Garcon" means boy.
Here? It's a coffee shop.
What's wrong with that? People never
rob restaurants, why not? Bars, liquor
stores, gas stations, you get your
head blown off stickin' up one of
them. Restaurants, on the other hand,
you catch with their pants down.
They're not expecting to get robbed,
or not as expecting.
(taking to idea)
I bet in places like this you could
cut down on the hero factor.
Correct. Just like banks, these places
are insured. The managers don't give
a f**k, they're just tryin' to get
ya out the door before you start
pluggin' diners. Waitresses, forget
it, they ain't takin' a bullet for
the register. Busboys, some wetback
gettin' paid a dollar fifty a hour
gonna really give a f**k you're
stealin' from the owner. Customers
are sittin' there with food in their
mouths, they don't know what's goin'
on. One minute they're havin' a Denver
omelet, next minute somebody's
stickin' a gun in their face.
The Young Woman visibly takes in the idea. The Young Man
continues in a low voice.
See, I got the idea last liquor store
we stuck up. 'Member all those
customers kept comin' in?
Then you got the idea to take
That was a good idea.
We made more from the wallets then
we did the register.
Yes we did.
A lot of people go to restaurants.
A lot of wallets.
Pretty smart, huh?
The Young Woman scans the restaurant with this new
She sees all the PATRONS eating, lost in conversations. The
tired WAITRESS, taking orders. The BUSBOYS going through the
motions, collecting dishes. The MANAGER complaining to the
COOK about something. A smiles breaks out on the Young Woman's
I'm ready, let's go, right here,
Remember, same as before, you're
crowd control, I handle the employees.
They both take out their .32-caliber pistols and lay them on
the table. He looks at her and she back at him.
I love you, Pumpkin.
I love you, Honey Bunny.
And with that, Pumpkin and Honey Bunny grab their weapons,
stand up and rob the restaurant. Pumpkin's robbery persona
is that of the in-control professional. Honey Bunny's is
that of the psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.
(yelling to all)
Everybody be cool this is a robbery!
Any of you f**kin' pricks move and
I'll execute every motherf**king last one of you!