Blog By K.

Reservoir Dogs (1992)

In Film on 2011/06/11 at 1:26 pm

Mr. Pink
Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?

Joe
Because you’re a faggot.

Mr. Pink
Why can’t we pick our own colors?

Joe
No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn’t work. You got four guys all fighting over who’s gonna be Mr. Black, but they don’t know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You’re Mr. Pink. Be thankful you’re not Mr. Yellow.

Mr. Brown
Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit.

Mr. Pink
Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How ’bout if I’m Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I’ll be Mr. Purple.

Joe
You’re not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You’re Mr. PINK.

Mr. White
Who cares what your name is?

Mr. Pink
Yeah, that’s easy for you to say, you’re Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it’s no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?

Joe
Hey! NOBODY’S trading with ANYBODY. This ain’t a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There’s two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what’s it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

Mr. Pink
Jesus Christ Joe, fucking forget about it. It’s beneath me. I’m Mr. Pink. Let’s move on.

Joe
I’ll move on when I feel like it… All you guys got the goddamn message?
I’m so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let’s go to work.

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