Quentin Tarantino - Pulp Fiction (Lance & Vincent Scene) lyrics

14. INT. LANCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 14. Lance, late-20s, is a young man with a wild and woolly appearance that goes hand-in-hand with his wild and woolly personality. Lance has been selling d** his entire adult life. He's never had a day job, never filed a tax return and has never been arrested. He wears a red flannel shirt over a "Speed Racer" tee-shirt. Three bags of h**n lie on Lance's bed. Lance and Vincent stand at the foot of the bed. LANCE Now this is Panda, from Mexico. Very good stuff. This is Bava, different, but equally good. And this is Choco from the Hartz Mountains of Germany. Now the first two are the same, forty-five an ounce -- those are friend prices -- but this one... (pointing to the Choco) ...this one's a little more expensive. It's fifty-five. But when you shoot it, you'll know where that extra money went. Nothing wrong with the first two. It's real, real, real, good sh**. But this one's a f**in' madman. VINCENT Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam. LANCE Am I a n******g? Are you in Inglewood? No. You're in my house. White people who know the difference between good sh** and bad sh**, this is the house they come to. My sh**, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with Amsterdam sh** any ol' day of the f**in' week. VINCENT That's a bold statement. LANCE This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market. Coke is f**in' dead as disco. Heroin's comin' back in a big f**in' way. It's this whole seventies retro. Bell bottoms, h**n, they're as hot as hell. Vincent takes out a roll of money that would choke a horse to d**h. VINCENT Give me three hundred worth of the madman. If it's as good as you say, I'll be back for a thousand. LANCE I just hope I still have it. Whaddya think of Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend, wanna hand out an' get high? VINCENT Which one's Trudi? The one with all the sh** in her face? LANCE No, that's Jody. That's my wife. Vincent and Lance giggle at the "faux pas." VINCENT I'm on my way somewhere. I got a dinner engagement. Rain check? LANCE No problem? Vincent takes out his case of the works (utensils for shooting up). VINCENT You don't mind if I shoot up here? LANCE Me casa, su casa. VINCENT Mucho gracias. Vincent takes his works out of his case and, as the two continue to talk, Vince shoots up. LANCE Still got your Malibu? VINCENT You know what some f**er did to it the other day? LANCE What? VINCENT f**in' keyed it. LANCE Oh man, that's f**ed up. VINCENT Tell me about it. I had the goddamn thing in storage three years. It's out five f**in' days -- five days, and some dickless piece of sh** f**s with it. LANCE They should be f**in' k**ed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution. As he cooks his h**n -- VINCENT I just wish I caught 'em doin' it, ya know? Oh man, I'd give anything to catch 'em doin' it. It'a been worth his doin' it, if I coulda just caught 'em, you know what I mean? LANCE It's chicken sh**. You don't f** another man's vehicle. CU - THE NEEDLE going into Vincent's vein. CU - BLOOD spurting back into the syringe, mixing with the h**n. CU OF VINCENT'S THUMB pushing down on the plunger.