Reservoir Dogs Page #4

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MR. WHITE

Sorry, it's my book now.

JOE:

Blonde, shoot this piece of sh*t,

will ya?

Mr. Blonde shoots Mr. White with his finger. Mr White

acts shot. Joe exits.

NICE GUY EDDIE:

Okay, everybody cough up green for

the little lady.

Everybody whips out a buck, and throws it on the table.

Everybody, that is, except Mr. White.

NICE GUY EDDIE:

C'mon, throw in a buck.

MR. WHITE

Uh-uh. I don't tip.

NICE GUY EDDIE:

Whaddaya mean you don't tip?

MR. WHITE

I don't believe in it.

NICE GUY EDDIE:

You don't believe in tipping?

MR. PINK

(laughing)

I love this kid, he's a madman,

this guy.

MR. BLONDE

Do you have any idea what these

ladies make? They make sh*t.

MR. WHITE

Don't give me that. She don't

make enough money, she can quit.

Everybody laughs.

NICE GUY EDDIE:

I don't even know a Jew who'd have

the balls to say that. So let's

get this straight. You never ever

tip?

MR. WHITE

I don't tip because society says I

gotta. I tip when somebody

deserves a tip. When somebody

really puts forth an effort, they

deserve a little something extra.

But this tipping automatically,

that sh*t's for the birds. As far

as I'm concerned, they're just

doin their job.

MR. BLUE

Our girl was nice.

MR. WHITE

Our girl was okay. She didn't do

anything special.

MR. BLONDE

What's something special, take ya

in the kitchen and suck your dick?

They all laugh.

NICE GUY EDDIE:

I'd go over twelve percent for

that.

MR. WRITE

Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've

been here a long f***in time, and

she's only filled my cup three

times. When I order coffee, I

want it filled six times.

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