i got no problem with that.
in the fifth, my ass goes down.
can i get a pack'a red apples?
non.
lookin' at somethin', friend?
what was that?
uh-huh.
i'm ready.
if you're the cab i called, i'm the guy you're supposed to pick up.
outta here.
hey, how do i open the window back here?
what?
whatever gave you that idea?
i'm him.
he's dead?
sorry 'bout that, floyd.
what does what feel like?
are you some kinda weirdo?
tell ya what, you give me one of them cigarettes, i'll give you an answer.
so.
esmarelda villalobos – is that mexican?
it's a very pretty name.
that's one hell of a name you got there, sister.
butch.
i'm an american, our names don't mean shit. anyway, moving right along, what is it you wanna know, esmarelda?
– i couldn't tell ya. i didn't know he was dead 'til you told me he was dead. now i know he's dead, do you wanna know how i feel about it?
i don't feel the least little bit bad.
what'd i tell ya, soon as the word got out a fix was in, the odds would be outta control. hey, if he was a better fighter he's be alive. if he never laced up his gloves in the first place, which he never shoulda done, he'd be alive. enough about the poor unfortunate mr. floyd, let's talk about the rich and prosperous mr. butch. how many bookies you spread it around with?
fabienne my love, our adventure begins.
merci beaucoup. and here's a little something for the effort.
now if anybody should ask you about who your fare was tonight, what're you gonna tell 'em?
bon soir, esmarelda.
is that better, sugar pop?
pretty hard. i got into a fight.
uh-huh?
you were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?
well you should be happy, 'cause you do.
i didn't realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly.
you want me to have a pot?
you think guys would find that attractive?
if you a pot belly, i'd punch you in it.
right in the belly.
you'd do that to me?
did you get everything, sugar pop?
good job.
you didn't listen to the radio?
i won alright.
sure am.
floyd retired too.
not no more.
we ain't at the finish, baby.
fabienne, i want you to be with me.
and ever.
oui.
will you kiss it?
i think i cracked a rib.
no retard, from the fight.
my name is fabby! my name is fabby!
okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, i take it back! can i have a towel please, miss beautiful tulip.
i didn't call you a mongoloid, i called you a retard, but i took it back.
merci beaucoup.
yes, lemon pie.
i'm not sure yet. wherever you want. we're gonna get a lot of money from this. but it ain't gonna be so much, we can live like hogs in the fat house forever. i was thinking we could go somewhere in the south pacific. the kinda money we'll have'll carry us a long way down there.
you betcha. and if after awhile you don't dig bora bora, then we can move over to tahiti or mexico.
you don't speak bora boran either. besides, mexican is easy: donde esta el zapataria?
where's the shoe store?
excellent pronunciation. you'll be my little mama ceta in no time.
que hora es?
what time is it?
time for bed. sweet dream, jellybean.
what are you watching?
are you watchin' it?
would you please?
it's a little too early in the morning for explosions and war.
how should i know, you were the one watchin' it.
oh, i.  don't remember. it's really rare i remember a dream.
fabienne, i'm not lying to you, i don't remember.
i don't talk in my sleep, do i talk in my sleep?
what did i say?
one more kiss and i'll get up.
yep.
what time is it?
eleven.
anything to drink with that?
pie for breakfast?
– where's my watch?
no, it's not. it's not here.
yes i've fuckin' looked!!
what the fuck do you think i'm doing?! are you sure you got it?
– on the little kangaroo.
well it's not here!
oh it most definitely should be here, but it's not. so where is it?
fabienne, that was my father's fuckin' watch. you know what my father went through to git me that watch?.  i don't wanna get into it right now.  but he went through a lot. now all this other shit, you coulda set on fire, but i specifically reminded you not to forget my father's watch. now think, did you get it?
you believe so? you either did, or you didn't, now which one is it?
are you sure?
no! it's not your fault. you left it at the apartment.
if you did leave it at the apartment, it's not your fault. i had you bring a bunch of stuff. i reminded you about it, but i didn't illustrate how personal the watch was to me. if all i gave a fuck about was my watch, i should've told you. you ain't a mind reader.
don't be. it just means i won't be able to eat breakfast with you.
because i'm going back to my apartment to get my watch.
that's what i'm gonna find out. if they are, and i don't think i can handle it, i'll split.
don't feel bad, sugar pop. nothing you could ever do would make me permanently angry at you. i love you, remember? now here's some money, order those pancakes and have a great breakfast.
i'll be back before you can say, blueberry pie.
well maybe not that fast, but fast. okay? okay?
bye-bye, sugar pop.
i'm gonna take your honda.
of all the fuckin' things she coulda forgot, she forgets my father's watch. i specifically reminded her not to forget it. "bedside table – on the kangaroo." i said the words: "don't forget my father's watch."
holy shit.
that's how you're gonna beat 'em, butch. they keep underestimatin' ya.
i guess.
sacre bleu.
shut up!
so you like chasing people, huh?
well guess what, big man, you caught me –
look mister, this ain't any of your business –
hey hillbilly.
you want that gun, zed? pick it up.
you okay?
what now?
i meant what now, between me and you?
so we're cool?
deal.
honey, grab your radio and your purse and let's go!
fuck the bags. we'll miss our train if we don't split now.
we're cool. in fact, we're super- cool. but we gots to go. i'll wait for you outside.
it's a chopper, baby, hop on.
sorry baby, i crashed the honda.
i might've broke my nose, no biggie. hop on.
honey, we gotta hit the fuckin' road!
i'm sorry, baby-love.
i'm sorry i worried you, sweetie. everything's fine. hey, how was breakfast?
– did you get the blueberry pancakes?
baby-love, from the moment i left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest day of my entire life. climb on an' i'll tell ya about it.
it's a chopper.
zed's.
zed's dead, baby, zed's dead.