"I don’t need you to tell me how f**n’ good my coffee is, okay? I’m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys s*t. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff ’cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you know what’s on my mind right now? It ain’t the coffee in my kitchen. It’s the dead ** in my garage." - Jimmy, Pulp Fiction