Reservoir Dogs - Debate on Tipping Among Characters
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:
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, she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie:
I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me just get this straight: you don't ever tip, huh?
Mr. Pink:
I don't tip because society says I have to. Alright, I mean I'll tip if somebody really deserves a tip. If they really put forth the effort, I'll give them something extra. But I mean, this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.
Mr. Blue:
Hey, this girl was nice.
Mr. Pink:
She was OK. But 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.
Mr. Pink:
Look, I ordered coffee, alright? And we been here a long fucking time, and she's only filled my cup three times. I mean, when I order coffee, I want it filled six times.
Mr. Blonde:
Six times? Well, what if she's too fucking busy?
Mr. Pink:
The words "too fucking busy" shouldn't be in a waitress vocabulary.
Nice Guy Eddie:
Excuse me Mr. Pink, but the last fucking thing you need's another cup of coffee.
Mr. Pink:
Jesus Christ. I mean, these ladies aren't starving to death. They make minimum wage. You know, I used to work minimum wage, and when I did, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job that society deemed tipworthy.
Mr. Blue:
You don't care if they're counting on your tips to live?
Mr. Pink: [rubbing his middle finger and thumb together]
You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses.
Mr. White:
You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.
Mr. Pink:
So is working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them, do ya? Well why not? They're serving you food. But no, society says don't tip these guys over here, but tip these guys over here. That's bullshit!
Mr. White:
Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. The reason is because of their tips.
Mr. Pink:
Fuck all that.
Mr. Brown: [laughing]
Jesus Christ.
Mr. Pink:
I mean, I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips, that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would appear to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. I mean, if you show me a piece of paper that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit you're givin me, I got two words for that: learn to fuckin type, cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fuckin surprise.
Mr. Orange:
He's convinced me. Gimme my dollar back!
Nice Guy Eddie:
Hey! Leave the dollars there.
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Reservoir Dogs - Debate Over Song Meaning Among Characters
Mr. Brown: [[w:Like a Virgin (song)|Like a Virgin]
Let me tell you what ] is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
Mr. Blonde:
No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...
Mr. Brown:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out, Greenbay. Tell that fuckin bullshit to the tourists.
Joe Cabot: [looking at his address book]
Toby... Who the fuck is Toby?
Mr. Brown: [[w:True Blue (Madonna song)|True Blue]
Like a Virgin is not about some sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what ] is about. Granted, no argument about that.
Mr. Orange:
Which one is True Blue?
Nice Guy Eddie: [[Madonna (entertainer)|Madonna]
You ain't heard True Blue? It was a big ass hit for ]. I don't even follow this Tops of the Pops shit, and even I've heard of True Blue.
Mr. Orange:
Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
Mr. Blonde:
Personally, I can do without her.
Mr. Blue: [[w:Borderline (song)|Borderline; [w:Papa Don't Preach|Papa Don't Preach]
I used to like her early stuff. ] - but once she got off with that ] phase, I tuned out.
Mr. Brown:
You guys are, like, making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?
Joe Cabot:
Oh, Toby's that little Chinese girl. What was her last name?
Mr. White:
What's that?
Joe Cabot:
It's an old address book I found in a coat I haven't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?
Mr. Brown:
What the fuck was I talking about?
Mr. Pink:
You said True Blue was about a guy... er.... a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, but Like a Virgin was a metaphor for big dicks.
Mr. Brown: [[w:Like A Virgin|Like a Virgin's]
O.K., let me tell you what ] about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon: dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue:
How many dicks is that?
Mr. White:
A lot.
Mr. Brown: [[w:John Holmes|John Holmes; [w:Charles Bronson|Charles Bronson; [The Great Escape (film)|The Great Escape]
Then one day she meets this ] motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like ] in ]; he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain.
Joe Cabot:
Chu? Toby Chu?
Mr. Brown: [[w:Bubble Yum|Bubble Yum]
It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be ] by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts, just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding the fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin.
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