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Pulp_Fiction, #10. Butch&Fabienne

#10. Butch&Fabienne

FABIENNE: Keep the light off.

BUTCH: Is that better, Sugar Pop?

FABIENNE: Oui. Hard day at the office?

BUTCH: Pretty hard. Got in a fight.

FABIENNE: Poor baby. Can you make spoons?

BUTCH: You know what? I was thinking about taking a shower, I am stinking like a dog over here.

FABIENNE: I like the way you stink.

BUTCH: Let me take my jacket off.

FABIENNE: I was looking at myself in the mirror.

BUTCH: Uh-huh?

FABIENNE: I wish I had a pot.

BUTCH: You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?

FABIENNE: A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.

BUTCH: Well you should be happy, 'cause you have one.

FABIENNE: Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same thing.

BUTCH: I didn't know there was a difference between a pot belly and a tummy.

FABIENNE: The difference is huge.

BUTCH: Would you like it if I had a pot belly?

FABIENNE: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.

BUTCH: You think men would find that attractive?

FABIENNE: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

BUTCH: If you a pot belly, I'd punch you in it.

FABIENNE: You'd punch me in my belly?

BUTCH: Right in the belly.

FABIENNE: I'd smother you. I'd drop it on your right on your face 'til you couldn't breathe.

BUTCH: You'd do that?

FABIENNE: Yes!

BUTCH: Promise?

FABIENNE: Yes.

BUTCH: Did you get everything,?

FABIENNE: Yes, I did.

BUTCH: Good job, Sugar Pop!

FABIENNE: Did everything go as planned?

BUTCH: You didn't listen to the radio?

FABIENNE: I never listen to your fights. Were you the winner?

BUTCH: I won, alright.

FABIENNE: Are you still retiring?

BUTCH: Sure am.

FABIENNE: So it all worked out in the finish.

BUTCH: We ain't at the finish, baby.

FABIENNE: We're in a lot of danger, aren't we?

FABIENNE: If they find us, they'll kill us, won't they?

FABIENNE: But they won't find us, will they?

FABIENNE: Do you still want me to go with you?

FABIENNE: I don't want to be a burden or a nuisance -

FABIENNE: Say it!

BUTCH: Fabienne, I want you to be with me.

FABIENNE: Forever?

BUTCH: Forever and ever.

FABIENNE: Do you love me?

BUTCH: Very-very much.

FABIENNE: Butch?

BUTCH: Yes.

FABIENNE: Will you give me oral pleasure?

BUTCH: Will you kiss it?

FABIENNE: But you first.

BUTCH: Okay.

FABIENNE: (in French, with English subtitles) Butch my love, the adventure begins.

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FABIENNE: Keep the light off.

BUTCH: Is that better, Sugar Pop?

FABIENNE: Oui. Hard day at the office?

BUTCH: Pretty hard. Got in a fight.

FABIENNE: Poor baby. Can you make spoons?

BUTCH: You know what? I was thinking about taking a shower, I am stinking like a dog over here.

FABIENNE: I like the way you stink.

BUTCH: Let me take my jacket off.

FABIENNE: I was looking at myself in the mirror.

BUTCH: Uh-huh?

FABIENNE: I wish I had a pot.

BUTCH: You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?

FABIENNE: A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.

BUTCH: Well you should be happy, 'cause you have one.

FABIENNE: Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same thing.

BUTCH: I didn't know there was a difference between a pot belly and a tummy.

FABIENNE: The difference is huge.

BUTCH: Would you like it if I had a pot belly?

FABIENNE: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.

BUTCH: You think men would find that attractive?

FABIENNE: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

BUTCH: If you a pot belly, I'd punch you in it.

FABIENNE: You'd punch me in my belly?

BUTCH: Right in the belly.

FABIENNE: I'd smother you. I'd drop it on your right on your face 'til you couldn't breathe.

BUTCH: You'd do that?

FABIENNE: Yes!

BUTCH: Promise?

FABIENNE: Yes.

BUTCH: Did you get everything,?

FABIENNE: Yes, I did.

BUTCH: Good job, Sugar Pop!

FABIENNE: Did everything go as planned?

BUTCH: You didn't listen to the radio?

FABIENNE: I never listen to your fights. Were you the winner?

BUTCH: I won, alright.

FABIENNE: Are you still retiring?

BUTCH: Sure am.

FABIENNE: So it all worked out in the finish.

BUTCH: We ain't at the finish, baby.

FABIENNE: We're in a lot of danger, aren't we?

FABIENNE: If they find us, they'll kill us, won't they?

FABIENNE: But they won't find us, will they?

FABIENNE: Do you still want me to go with you?

FABIENNE: I don't want to be a burden or a nuisance -

FABIENNE: Say it!

BUTCH: Fabienne, I want you to be with me.

FABIENNE: Forever?

BUTCH: Forever and ever.

FABIENNE: Do you love me?

BUTCH: Very-very much.

FABIENNE: Butch?

BUTCH: Yes.

FABIENNE: Will you give me oral pleasure?

BUTCH: Will you kiss it?

FABIENNE: But you first.

BUTCH: Okay.

FABIENNE: (in French, with English subtitles) Butch my love, the adventure begins.