The Wolf – Pulp Fiction (12/12) Movie CLIP (1994) HD

(Blows air) [Jimmie] Here you go, Mr. Wolfe.
[Wolfe] Thank you, Jimmie. Mm. Okay, first thing: You two… Take the body; stick it in the trunk. Now Jimmie… This looks to be a pretty domesticated house;
that would lead me to believe that in the garage, under the sink you got a bunch
of cleaners and cleansers and shit like that? – Yeah yeah, Mr. Wolfe; under the sink.
– Good. What I need you two fellas to do is take those
cleaning products and clean the inside of the car. I’m talking fast, fast, fast. You need to go in the back seat. Scoop up all those
little pieces of brain and skull. Get it out of there. Wipe down the upholstery; now, when it comes to
upholstery it don’t need to be spic and span. You don’t need to eat off it.
Just give it a good once-over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected;
you gotta soak that shit up. Jimmie… we need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets, I need comforters,
I need quilts, I need bedspreads. The thicker, the better; the darker, the better.
No whites. Can’t use ’em. We need to camouflage the interior of the car. We’re gonna line the front seat and the back seat
and the floorboards with quilts and blankets. So if a cop stops us to start sticking his
big snout in the car, the subterfuge won’t last… …but at a glance, the car will appear to be normal. Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work. “Please” would be nice. Come again? I said a “please” would be nice. Get it straight, buster. I’m not here to say “please”;
I’m here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess,
you better fuckin’ do it and do it quick. I’m here to help. If my help’s not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen. No no no, Mr. Wolfe, it ain’t like that;
your help is definitely appreciated. Mr. Wolfe, listen… I don’t mean disrespect, okay? I respect you. I just don’t like people barking orders at me, that’s all. If I’m curt with you, it’s because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast… and I need you guys
to act fast if you want to get out of this. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fuckin’ car. Don’t be looking at me like that, alright?
I can feel your look.

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