[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 in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus 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 my partner 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. 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.