Jules: So let me get this straight, this bad motherfucker was at his table.
Jules: And this piece of shit that he knew by name starts shit?
Vincent: Yeah he just sits right down at the table cool as anything.
Jules: That takes balls.
Vincent: That’s what I’m saying, so he sits down and says ‘you owe my boss money.’
Jules: Now wait a minute, he doesn’t pull a gun or anything? Just sits down, acts all suave, maybe gets a beer?
Vincent: A good beer, even.
Jules: *laughs* Right. a good beer. And he starts off with that line?
Vincent: Well not that exactly, of course, but that’s what he did, yeah.
Jules: And this bad mother, he did what?
Vincent: He shrugged him off, what do you think? Man comes to town, interrupts your drink with that kind of heavy shit as an opening?
Jules: Well sure, but I ain’t asking what I’d do, I’m asking about this other guy.
Vincent: He did the same as you woulda. Just played it cool.
Jules: The way to do it.
Vincent: Stone cold, sly grin and all, just played it off, yeah yeah I’ll get Jabba his money.
Jules: Sure, so now this guy has a bad choice. Does he push at it or does he let it go? He obviously works for this Jabba? Yeah, Jabba. So my man wouldn’t want to let it go, but pushing it…
Vincent: Right, pushing it can be risky, but what other choice do you have?
Jules: So then what does your bad mother do? He’s just had the stakes raised right?
Vincent: Well there’s the question. He could just shoot the guy, right?
Jules: Sure. It’s a stone cold move, but you shoot the guy, it sends a message. Don’t push me, you’ll get your shit, but don’t try and grab my balls. I like that. Yeah.
Vincent: But what if the other guy shot first? Then he could shoot him in self-defense…
Jules: Naw, see, you described a bad motherfucker to me. This cat is so cold he would’ve been all about the message. Waiting? That’s risky. Now he’s shown he doesn’t care about risk, sure, but he’s also refused to be backed into a corner. He gives the other guy a chance to shoot first, word spreads.
Vincent: So he shoots first you think?
Jules: Listen, I’m telling you, he has to. It saves his face and sends the right message. Otherwise he’s seen as a soft touch, He’ll push but not so hard it’ll ever hurt. Now if he was that type of guy he wouldn’t have lasted long enough to get a guy with those kinda balls coming to talk to him in the first place. Man, only thing he could’ve done was shoot first.
Vincent: Yeah see that’s what I thought. Tony thought he would’ve let the other guy shoot first.
Jules: Tony? That motherfucker thinks Big Khauna burgers are a waste of money. Now I tried one of those. It was damn tasty. Tony? Fuck that.
Vincent: *laughs* Yeah man, look it’s time. You ready?
Jules: Let’s do this like that guy did. What was his name?
Jules: Solo? I like that. Let’s do this like Solo. I respect Mr. Wallace, I owe that man a lot, but we gotta stay cool. Give the man his case and explain this whole thing to him. We good?
Vincent: We’re good. Let’s go.
(by Adam P. Knave all characters are owned by their respective creators, of course, but this was written by me. Which means legally? It’s parody. Or fair use. Whichever won’t get me sued.)