[Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off]
Vincent:
Whoa!
Jules:
What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man!
Vincent:
Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Jules:
Why the fuck did you do that!
Vincent:
Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!
Jules:
Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time...
Vincent:
Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.
Jules:
Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump!
Vincent:
Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.
Jules:
Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!
Vincent:
I don't believe it.
Jules:
Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
Vincent:
Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.
Jules:
This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.
Vincent:
Well Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man!
Jules:
Shit!
[Jules dials a number on his cell phone]
Vincent:
What you doin'?
Jules:
I'm calling Jimmie, my old partner. He lives in Toluca Lake.
Vincent:
Where's Toluca Lake?
Jules:
It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8.
[into the phone]
Jules:
Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.
