Hash Bars

Jules: -- okay now, tellme about the hash bars.
Vincent: What do you want to know?
Jules: Well, hash is legal there, right?
Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent lega. I mean, you can't walk into a
restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or 
certain designated places.
Jules: Those are hash bars?
Vincent: Yeah, it breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it and, if 
you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, which doesn't
really matter 'cause -- get a load of this -- if the cops stop you, it's illegal for them to 
search you. Searching you is a right that the cops in Amsterdam don't have.
Jules: That did it, man -- I'm fuckin' goin', that's all there is to it.


The Little Differences

Vincent: ...But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
Jules: What?
Vincent: It's the little differences. A lotta the same shit we got here, they got there, but
they're a little different.
Jules: Examples?
Vincent: Well, in Amsterdam, you can buy a beer in a movie theatre. And I don't mean in a paper cup
either. They give you a glass of beer, like in a bar. In Paris, you can buy beer at McDonald's. Also,
you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: What do they call it?
Vincent: Royale with Cheese.
Jules: Royale with Cheese. What'd they call a Big Mac.
Vincent: Big Mac's a Big Mac, only they call it Le Big Mac.
Jules: What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. But do you know what they put on fries in
Holland instead of ketchup?
Jules: What?
Vincent: Mayonnaise.
Jules: Goddamn!
Vincent: I seen 'em do it. And I don't mean a little bit on the side of the plate, they fuckin' 
drown 'em that shit!
Jules: Uuucccc!


Ezekiel 25:17

"The path of the righteous man is best on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for 
he is truely his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great 
vengence and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. Any you will know my name is
the Lord when I lay my vengence upon thee.

If you all are anything like me, then you had no idea what was in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction. So, through a e-mail from a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend who had a two hour conversation with Quentin Tarantino himself, I now know, and thought I would pass along this information because it makes the movie even 100 times better than it already is.

Remeber the first time you were introduced to Marsellis Wallace? The first shot of him was of the back of his head, complete with band-aid. Then, remember the combination of the lock on the briefcase was 666? Then, remember that whenever anyone opened the briefcase, it glowed, and they were in amazement at how beautiful it was; they were speechless. Now, bring in some Biblical knowledge, and remember that when the devil takes your soul, he takes it from the back of your head. Yep, you guessed it! And what is the most beautiful thing about a person? His soul. Marsellis Wallace had sold his soul to the devil, and was trying to buy it back. The three kids in the beginning of the movie were the devil's helpers. And remember that when the kid at the end came out of the bathroom with a "hand cannon," Jules and Vincent were not harmed by the bullets. "God came down and stopped the bullets," becasue they were saving a soul. It was divine intervention.