FOLLOW ME
Chapter 8 - Rebirth
She started to drive to the place Nygma asked to be taken.
“Derek Powers...” He started.
“More riddles?” she asked in a tone of disdain.
Jules: Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.This one is just pure brilliance of delivery. I just love the slang and the accent. GANGSTA!! Heights of attitude! It takes a lot of talent to make such a serious situation comical and very few can actually pull such a thing off! Pulp Fiction is a must watch for fans of the art of cinema!
Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now, right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, right, and you got me the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. That's all. I could blow.
Jules: Oh! Oh! You ready to blow?
Vincent: Yeah, I'm ready to blow.
Jules: Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!