How Pulp Fiction Should Have Ended Ok, you’re giving her a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. She’s got this breast plate so you’ve gotta pierce through that. So what you gotta do is… You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion Okay, okay. Here we go! One… Two… Three! Noooo!! What are you doing, man? That’s not where we talked about at all. I stabbed Mia Wallace in the face. Ahhhhh! I’m so high. Tonight’s the night, Butchy boy. Better pack your bag for when you leave the country. Hmm.. should I pack this most precious
watch of mine now? Or should I entrust my ditzy girlfriend to
do it for me while I’m throwing my boxing match? I want to eat blueberry pancakes and grow a potbelly. I mean what if she forgot it and I had to go back for it the next day? What’s the worst that could happen? Oooh Yeah I’m packing this myself. In fact.. humph. I’m continuing the tradition, baby! And you will know… my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee Ahhhhhh!!! Die!! Wooo!! I’m alive! Haha! Marvin lives! Yeah!! I’m gonna take this glowing briefcase.. straight the pawn shop. Nobody ever robs restaurants. I bet you’d cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. I’m ready, let’s do it. Right now, right
here. Just like last time. I love you, pumpkin. I love you, hunny bunny. Everyone be cool. This is a robbery. Any of you— (throat clearing) Hi… (sigh) So much for the hero factor. You know what they call a subscribe button in Paris? What do they call it? Subscribe with cheese Subscribe with cheese? That– That doesn’t sound right. What do they call a like button? Like button’s a like button. But they call it le like button. Le like button? I think you’re making this up.