Title Card: "The Bonnie Situation"
Jules: [background] Yes, you did Brett! You tried to fuck him.
In the bathroom, a man is hiding in the bathroom, listening to Jules in the background, as the man is holding a large magnum revolver.
Brett: [background No!
Jules: And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except for Mrs. Wallace.
Man: [whispering] Oh, god, please. I don't want to die.
Jules: [background] You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Well, there's this passage I got memorized.`It sort of fits the occasion. "Ezekiel 25:17". "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the self and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the Valley of Darkness for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. [now on-screen] And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. [raising his gun on Brett] And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
Vince and Jules executes Brett. The man in the bathroom jumps a little in horror. Marvin screams. The duo finishes the execution.
Marvin: [uttering] I'm fucked. I'm fucked. [continues to utter]
Vincent: [off-screen - to Jules] Is he a friend of yours?
Jules: [off-screen] Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.
Vincent: Better tell him to shut the fuck up. He's getting on my nerves.
Jules: Marvin. Marvin. Marvin! I'd knock that shit off if I was you.
The bathroom door opens. The man comes out and opens fire
Man: Die, you motherfuckers! Die! [magnum starts clicking. The man forms a shocking expression]
Vince and Jules are unharmed. They examine themselves and glances at each other calmly. They turn to the man, aim their weapons, and shoot him in the chest three times. The man falls to the ground. They lower their guns. Vince goes to Marvin, who is still in the corner.
Vincent: Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slip your mind? You forget someone was in there with a goddamn hand-cannon?
Jules: You see the size of that gun he fired at us? It's bigger than him. [turns around to the bullet-riddled wall] We should be fucking dead, man.
Vincent: [off-screen] I know. We was lucky.
Jules: No, no, no, no. That shit wasn't luck.
Vincent: Yeah, maybe.
Jules: This was divine intervention. You know what divine intervention is?
Vince turns to Jules.
Vincent: I think so. That means that God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
Jules: That's right. That's exactly what it means. God came down from Heaven and stopped these motherfucking bullets.
Vincent: [stands up] I think it's time for us to leave, Jules.
Jules: Don't do that. Don't fucking blow this shit off. What just happened here was a fucking miracle.
Vincent: Chill, Jules. This shit happens.
Jules: Wrong. Wrong. This shit doesn't just happen.
Vincent: Do you want to continue this theological discussion in a car or in a jailhouse with the cops?
Jules: We should be fucking dead, my friend. What happened here was a miracle and I want you to fucking acknowledge it.
Vince: All right, it was a miracle. Can we go now? [Jules puts away his gun as Vincent opens the door.]
Jules: [to Marvin] Let's go, nigger. Come on. [Marvin gets up and slightly runs out of the door] Shit. [closes door]
THE CAR: Jules is driving, Marvin is in the backseat, and Vincent is in the front passanger seat.
Vincent: You ever seen that show "Cops"? I was watching it one time, and there was this cop on and he was talking about this gunfight he head in a hallway with this guy, right? And he just unloaded on this guy and nothing happened. He didn't hit nothing. OK? It was just him and this guy. I mean, you know, it's freaky, but it happens.
Jules: You want to play blind man, go walk with the shepherd, but me, my eyes are wide fucking open.
Vincent: What the fuck does that mean?
Jules: It means that's it for me. From here on in, you can consider my ass retired.
Vincent: Jesus Christ.
Jules: Don't blaspheme.
Vincent: Goddamn it.
Jules: I said don't do that.
Vincent: You know. Why are you fucking freaking out on us?
Jules: Look, I'm telling Marcellus today. I'm through.
Vincent: Why don't you tell him at the same time why?
Jules: Don't worry. I will.
Vincent: Yeah, and I'll bet you $10,000, he laughs his ass off.
Jules: I don't give a damn if he does.
Vincent: Marvin, what do you make of all this?
Marvin: Man, I don't even have an opinion.
Vincent: [turns around with his gun still in his hand] You got to have an opinion. Do you think that God came down from Heaven and stopped --
Vince's gun goes off accidentally. The bullet exits out of Marvin's head and a large amount of blood sprays on the back window windshield. It also soaks an amount of blood on Vince's face and a little bit of both brain matter/blood into Jules' hair.
Jules: What the fuck's happening? Oh, shit, man!
Vincent: [turns to the backseat] Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Jules: [turns around to the backseat] Why the fuck did you do that?
Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident.
Jules: Oh, man, I've seen some crazy-ass shit in my time --
Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably -- you went over a bump or something.
Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump.
Vincent: Hey, look, man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.
Jules: Well, look at this fucking mess, man! We're on a city street in broad daylight.
Vincent: I can't believe it.
Jules: Well, believe it now, motherfucker. We got to get this car off the road. You know, cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.
Jules: This is the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain't got no friendly places.
Vincent: JULES, this ain't my fucking town, man!
Jules: Shit! [reaches for his cellular phone]
Vincent: What you doing?
Jules: I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake. [pulls out the antenna of the phone]
Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake?
Jules: It's just over the hill here, over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we going to do, man 'cause I ain't got no other partners in 818. [to Jimmie, who is on the phone] Jimmie, yo, how you doing, man? It's Jules. Just listen up, man. Me and my homeboy are in some serious fucking shit, man. We're in a car, and we got to get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple hours.
Jimmie's home, THE BATHROOM: Jules is washing his hands, with his gun besides him on the counter and a little of blood is on the counter.
Jules: [to Vincent] We got to be real fucking delicate with this Jimmie situation. He's one remark away from kicking our asses out the door.
Vincent: [off-screen] If he does, what do we do?
Jules: [as he dries his hand with a washcloth] We ain't leaving till we made a couple calls but I don't want it to reach that pitch. Jimmie's a friend. You don't come into your friend's house and start telling him what's what.
Vincent: Just tell him not to be abusive, that's all. He kind of freaked out back there when he saw Marvin.
Jules: Well, put yourself in his position. Its 8:00 in the morning. He just woke up. He wasn't expecting this shit. Shit, we got to remember here who's doing who a favor.
Vincent: [washing his hand, which the washcloth is turning bloodsoaked red] If that favor means that I got to take shit then he can stick that favor straight up his ass. I don't care.
Jules: [snatching the washcloth off of Vincent's hand] The fuck. Nigger, what the fuck did you just do to his towel, man?


I was drying my hands.
Jules: You're supposed to wash them first.
Vincent: You watched me wash them.
Jules: I watched you get them wet.
Vincent: I was washing them. This shit's hard to get off. Maybe if he had Lava, I could've done a better job.
Jules: I used the same fucking soap you did and the towel didn't look like no goddamn maxipad. What if he was to come in here and see his towel like this, Vincent? Its shit like this that'll bring this situation to a head, man. Look, I ain't threatening you with nothing, all right? You know I respect you and all, but just don't put me in this position, all right?
Vincent: All right. Fine. Fine. Ask me nice like that, no problem. Just go handle your friend. Go ahead. I don't care.
Jimmie's house, THE KITCHEN: Vincent and Jules are drinking coffee from colored mugs.
Jules: [to Jimmie] Mmm. Goddamn, Jimmie. This is some serious gourmet shit. Me and Vince would've been satisfied with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, right? Heh! And he springs this serious gorumet shit on us. What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is. 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 it.
Jimmie: I don't think about anything. I want to ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in the front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I didn't see no shit --
Jimmie: Did you notice a sign in the 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: [angrily] 'Cause it ain't there 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business! That's why.
Jules: Jimmie, we're not going to store the motherfucker.
Jimmie: Don't you fucking realize, man, that if Bonnie comes home and finds a body in her house, I'm going to get divorced? Alright, no marriage counselor, no trial seperation. I'm going to get fucking divorced, OK? And I don't want to get fucking divorced. Now, man, you know, fuck, I want to help you but I don't want to lose my wife doing it, all right.
Jules: Jimmie, she ain't going to leave you.
Jimmie: DON'T FUCKING "JIMMIE" ME, Jules! OK? Don't fucking "Jimmie" me. There's nothing you're gonna say that's gonna make me forget that I love my wife, is there? Look, you know, she comes home from work in about a hour and a half. Graveyard shift at the hospital. You got to make some phone calls? You got to call some people? Well, then do it, and get the fuck out of my house before she gets here.
Jules: That's Kool and the Gang. We don't want to fuck your shit up. I want to call my people, get them to bring us in, that's all.
Jimmie: You're fucking my shit up right now! You'll fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home. So just do me that favor, all right? The phone is in my bedroom. I suggest you get going.
PHONE CONVERSATION: Marcellus is talking to Jules via phone conversation, in a patio of his home in the table with a plate of food in front of him.
Marcellus: Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do? Oh, no fucking shit, she'll freak. That ain't no kind of answer. I mean, you know, I don't. How much? A lot or a little?
Jules: You got to appreciate what an explosive element this Bonnie situation is.
VISUAL SCENE: Bonnie, dressed in her nurse uniform, enters the house, drops her purse on a couch seat, she rubs her neck as she enters the kitchen. She turns and gasps to see Jules and Vince moving Marvin's body as Jimmie is startled.
Jules: I mean, if she comes home from a hard day's work and finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain't no telling what she's liable to do.
Marcellus: Yeah, I've grasped that, Jules [Mia comes nearby Marcellus] All I'm doingis contemplating the "ifs".
Jules: I don't want to hear no motherfucking "ifs". All I want to hear from your ass is "You ain't got no problem. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which will be coming directly."
Marcellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggers out and wait for The Wolf, who should be coming directly.
Jules: You're sending The Wolf?
Marcellus: Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?
Jules: Shit, negro. That's all you had to say. [hangs up]
UNKNOWN PLACE: The Wolf, whose face is unseen, is on the phone
The Wolf: Is she the hysterical type? When is she due? Mm-hmm. Give me the pricipals' names again. Jules. Mm-hmm. [writes down: Vincent (white)] Jimmie. Bonnie. [writes down: No head] Mm-hmm. [checks watch] It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Nine minutes, thirty-seven seconds later: A speeding sports car arrives in front of the Dimmick residence
The Wolf rings the doorbell. Jimmie answers it
The Wolf: You're Jimmie, right? This is your house?
Jimmie: Sure is.
The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolf. I solve problems.
Jimmie: Good. We got one.
The Wolf: So I heard. May I come in?
Jimmie: Yeah, please do.
Vince and Jules awaits in the kitchen.
The Wolf: You must be jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tracks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is tickling is that right, Jimmie?
Jimmie: 100%
The Wolf: Your wife Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the a.m., is that correct?
Jimmie: [off-screen] Uh-huh.
The Wolf: I was led to believe if she comes home and finds us here, she wouldn't appreciate it none too much?
Jimmie: [off-screen] She wouldn't at that.
The Wolf: That gives us forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you got a corpse in a car minus a head in a garage. Take me to it.
Jimmie's house, THE GARAGE: Vincent, Jules, Jimmie, and The Wolf visits the blood-drenched car. The Wolf examines the inside.
The Wolf: Jimmie?
Jimmie: Uh-huh.
The Wolf: Do me a favor, will you? I thought I smelled some coffee back there. Would you make me a cup?
Jimmie: Yeah, sure. [walks away but turns back around] Oh, how do you take it?
The Wolf: Lot's of cream, lots of sugar. [Jimmie leaves, to Jules] About the car, is there anything I need to know? Does it stall, smoke, make a lot of noise? Is there gas in it? Anything?
Jules: Aside from how it looks, the car is cool.
The Wolf: Positive? Don't get me out there on the road, I find out the brake lights don't work.
Jules: Man, far as I know, the motherfucker's tiptop.
The Wolf: Good enough. Let's go back to the kitchen. [the three men leaves]
In the kitchen, the three are back. Jimmie hands The Wolf a mug of coffee.
Jimmie: Here you go, Mr. Wolf.
The Wolf: Thank you, Jimmie. [takes a drink of the coffee. Looks back at Jimmie, amazed of the coffee as he smiles. Jimmie smiles back] OK, first thing, you two, take the body, stick it in the trunk. Now, Jimmie, this looks to be a pretty domesticated house. That would lead me to believe that in the garage or under the sink, you got a bunch of cleaners and shit?
Jimmie: Yeah, Mr. Wolf. Under the sink.
The Wolf: Good. What I need you two fellas to do is take those cleaning products and clean the inside of the car. I'm talking fast, fast, fast. Go in the back seat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull. Get it out of there. Wipe down the upholstery. Now, it don't need to spick-and-span. You don't need to eat off it. Just give it a good once over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected, you got to soak that shit up. Now, Jimmie, we need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets. I need comforters. I need quilts. I need bedspreads. The thicker the better, the darker the better. No whites. Can't use 'em. We need to camouflage the interior of the car. We're going to line the front seat and back seat and the floorboards with quilts and blankets. So if a cop stops us and sticks his big snout in the car, the subterfuge won't last but at a glance, the car will appear to be normal. Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: "Please" would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a "please" would be nice.
The Wolf: [to Vince] Get it staight, buster. I'm not here to say "please". I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, you better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help is not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that. Your help is definately appreciated.
Vincent: Mr. Wolf, listen. I don't mean disrespect, OK? I respect you. I don't like people barking orders at me, that's all.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car. [The Wolf and Jimmie leaves. Jules looks at Vincent in disgust]
Vincent: Don't be looking at me like that, all right? I can feel your look. [Vince leaves the kitchen]
PHONE CONVERSATION/GUEST ROOM: The Wolf is on a phone in the guest room.
The Wolf: It's a 1974 Chevy Nova. [takes a small drink of coffee] Green. [sits coffee nearby] Nothing except for the mess inside. Mmm, about twenty minutes. [Jimmie comes in with sheets of quilts and blankets] Nobody who'll be missed. You're a good man, Joe. Thanks a bunch. [hangs up. To Jimmie] How we coming, Jimmie?
Jimmie: Pretty good. I got it all here but, uh...Mr. Wolf, you got to understand something.
The Wolf: Winston, Jimmie, please. Winston.
Jimmie: You got to understand something now, Winston. [pulls out a lighter and offers a smoke to Jimmie] Uh, no, thank you. This is our best linen here and it was a wedding present from my Uncle Conrad and my Aunt Ginny and they're not with us anymore. I really want to help you guys out --
The Wolf: Let me ask you a question, Jimmie if you don't mind.
Jimmie: No, please, go ahead.
The Wolf: Your Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny, were they millionaires?
Jimmie: No.
The Wolf:

Well, your Uncle Marcellus is and I'm positive if Uncle Conrad and Aunt...

Jimmie: Ginny.
The Wolf: Ginny were here, they would furnish you with a whole bedroom set which your Uncle Marcellus is more than happy to do. [puts the cigarette in his mouth and lights it up] I like oak myself. That's what I have in my bedroom. How about you, Jimmie? You an oak man?
Jimmie: Oak's nice.

Vince is spraying and washing the windows as Jules is in the back seat cleaning the floorboards.

Jules: Oh, man. I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.
Vincent: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy thst once a man admits that he is wrong, that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? You ever heard that.
Jules: Get the fuck out of my face with that shit. The motherfucker said that shit never had to pick up any itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumbass.
Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Right now, I'm a fucking race car, all right? And you got me in the red. Now I'm just saying, I'm just saying that it's fucking dangerous to have a race car in the fucking red, that's all. I could blow.
Jules: [annoyed] Oh, you ready to blow?
Vincent: Yeah, I'm ready to blow.
Jules: Well, I'm a mushroom cloud-laying motherfucker, motherfucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm "Superfly TNT." I'm "The Guns of the Navarone." In fact, what the fuck am I doing in the back? You the motherfucker who should be on brain detail. We fucking switching. I'm washing the windows and you picking up this nigger's skull. [opens the car door]
The Wolf examines the car. Vince and Jules awaits. The Wolf opens the door to see the inside of the car, now the seats are covered in sheets of blankets and quilts. He shuts the door.
The Wolf: Fine job, gentlemen. [Jimmie examines the car also] We may get out of this yet.
Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.
The Wolf: Well. Let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet. Phase One is complete: clean the car, which means us right along to Phase Two: clean you two.
Jimmie's house, THE BACKYARD:

Jimmie and The Wolf are in the backyard, with Jimmie having towels in his left arm.

The Wolf: Strip.
Vincent: All the way.
The Wolf: To your bare ass. [Jules and Vincent takes their black coats off] Quickly, gentlemen. [the two takes off their belts off] We got about fifteen minutes before Jimmie's better-half pulls into the driveway.
Jules: Damn. This morning air is some chilly shit.
Vincent: Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?
The Wolf: You know what you two look like?
Vincent: [off-screen] What?
The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head. [they are now taking off their ties and white collar shirts.] Toss them in Jim's garbage bag. [Jimmie spreads the bag as Jules and Vince, both who are now fully naked but shown from the waist up, puts their drenched clothes in the garbage bag.]
Jules: Don't do nothing stupid like leaving this shit out front for Otto the Garbageman you know what I'm saying?
The Wolf: Don't worry. We're taking it with us. Jim, the soap. [Jim hands the soap bars to Jules and Vince] OK, gentlemen, you've both been to County before I'm sure. Here it comes. [sprays the two with the water]
Jules: Goddamn! The water's fucking cold.
Vincent: Yo! Yo! Yo!
The Wolf: Better you than me, gentlemen. [chuckles] Don't be afraid of the soap. Spread it around.
Jimmie: [to The Wolf] Get him up there a little bit. Vincent's hair. [Vince and Jules are washing their hairs]
Jules: The hair, man. Up my hair. Come on, do it. Goddamn it! Do it!
The Wolf: Towel 'em. [Jimmie throws them the towels. They wash themselves]
The screen fades black
The Wolf: They're dry enough. Toss them their clothes.
The screen fades back into color. Vince and Jules are now dressed in ridiculous T-shirts and shorts. The Wolf and Jimmie begins to laugh, much to the duo's annoyance.
The Wolf: Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't have planned this better. You guys look like...What do they look like, Jimmie?
Jimmie: Dorks. [The Wolf laughs] They look like a couple of dorks. [Jimmie laughs too]
Jules: [sarcastically. To Jimmie] Ha ha ha. They're your clothes motherfucker.
The Wolf: Come on, gentlemen. We're laughing our way right into prison. Don't make me beg. [The Wolf and Jimmie leaves.]

Marvin's body is loaded into the trunk with bags. The Wolf then closes the trunk. Jules is combing his afro as he and Vince awaits for the latter.