-Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I’m doing is contemplating the ifs.
-I don’t wanna hear ‘bout no motherfucking ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain’t got no problem, Jules, I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggas out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly”.
-You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggas out and wait for The Wolf, who should be coming directly.
-You sending The Wolf?
-You feel better, motherfucker?
-Shit, negro, that’s all you had to say!
God damn, negro.
You got to appreciate what an explosive element this Bonnie situation is. She comes home from a hard day’s work, finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain’t no tellin’ what she’s liable to do.
I don’t need you to tell me how fuckin’ good my coffee is. I’m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit.
Okay.
Don’t fuckin’ Jimmie me. There’s nothin’ you’re gonna say that’s gonna make me forget I love my wife. Is there?
