Kill Bill: Vol. 1 Page #3

Her plumbing down there

don't work.

Feel free to come in her

all you want.

Keep the noise down.

Try not to make a mess.

I'll be back in 20.

Yeah.

Oh, sh*t.

By the way, not all the time,

but sometimes

this chick's cooch can get

drier than a bucket of sand.

If she dry, lube up with this

and you'll be good to go.

Bon apptit, good buddy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God damn.

You are the best-Iooking girl

I've had today.

Yo, stud!

Time's up, buddy.

Coming in, ready or not.

Hey, buddy, did you have yourself

a good time, man?

Where's Bill?

Where's Bill?

Please stop hitting me.

Where's Bill?

I don't know who Bill is!

Bullshit!

Well, ain't you the slice

of cutie pie they said you was?

Jane Doe? We don't know

sh*t about you, do we?

I'm from Huntsville, Texas.

My name is Buck,

and I'm here to f***.

Your name is Buck.

Right?

And you came here to f***.

Right?

Wait a minute.

Wait.

"P*ssy Wagon."

You f***er.

Texas. Okay.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

As I lay in the back

of Buck's truck,

trying to will my limbs

out of entropy...

Wiggle your big toe.

I could see the faces of

the c*nts who did this to me.

And the d*cks responsible.

Members all of the Deadly Viper

Assassination Squad.

When fortune smiles

on something

as violent and ugly as revenge,

it seems proof like no other

that not only does God exist,

you're doing his will.

At a time when I knew the least

about my enemies,

the first name

on my death list,

O- Ren Ishii,

was the easiest to find.

But when one

manages the difficult task

of becoming queen

of the Tokyo underworld,

one doesn't keep it a secret,

does one?

O- Ren Ishii was born

on an American military base

in Tokyo, Japan.

The half-Japanese, half-Chinese

American army brat

made her first acquaintance

with death at the age of 9.

It was at that age

she witnessed

the death of her parents

at the hands

of Japan's most ruthless

yakuza boss, Boss Matsumoto.

Mommy.

She swore revenge.

Luckily for her, Boss Matsumoto

was a paedophile.

At 11, she got her revenge.

Look at me, Matsumoto...

...take a good look at my face.

Look at my eyes.

Look at my mouth.

Do I look familiar?

Do I look like somebody...

you murdered?!

By 20, she was one of the top

female assassins in the world.

At 25, she did her part

in the killing

of nine innocent people,

including my unborn daughter,

in a small wedding chapel

in El Paso, Texas.

But on that day four years ago

she made one big mistake.

She should have killed 10.

However, before satisfaction

would be mine,

first things first.

Wiggle your big toe.

Hard part's over.

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