Nice Guy Eddie: C’mon, throw in a buck!
Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don’t tip.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don’t tip?
Mr. Pink: No, I don’t believe in it.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don’t believe in tipping?
Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit.
Mr. Pink: Don’t give me that. She don’t make enough money that she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie: I don’t even know a fucking Jew who’d have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don’t ever tip?
Mr. Pink: I don’t tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I’ll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it’s for the birds. As far as I’m concerned, they’re just doing their job.
Mr. Blue: Hey, our girl was nice.
Mr. Pink: She was okay. She wasn’t anything special.
Mr. Blue: What’s special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie: I’d go over twelve percent for that.
Quentin Tarantino wrote this script and, at the same time, directed it.
This must be a kind of film that makes more sense in talking rather than just like an action film.
What I’m saying is that by watching a film, the genre of crime speaks is worth more attention, plus the perfect combination of acting by its actors who play in this film.
This makes Tarantino a rare Director/Writer.
Mark Tacastacas 
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