INT

MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Vincent ips the drink and looks at a portrait of Mia on the wall.
Mia walks into the room, and takes the needle off a record. The Dusty Springfield song stops.
MIA
Let's go.
EXT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT
In the past six years, 50's diners have sprung up all over L.A., giving Thai restaurants a run for their money. They're all basically the same. Decor out of an "Archie" comic book, Golden Oldies constantly emanating from a bubbly Wurlitzer, saucy waitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like the Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfman Jack Omelette, and over prices that pay for all this bullshit.
But then there's JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's diners.
Either the best or the worst, depending on your point of view.
Vincent's Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign with a neon figure of a cartoon surly cool cat jackrabbit in a red windbreaker towers over the establishment. Underneath the cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Underneath that is the slogan:"Next best thing to a time machine."
VINCENT
What the fuck is this place?
MIA
This is Jackrabbit Slim's. An Elvis man
should love it.
VINCENT
Come on, Mia, let's go get a steak.
MIA
You can get a steak here, daddy-o. Don't be a...
Mia draws a square with her hands. Dotted lines appear on the screen, forming a sqaure. The lines disperse.
VINCENT
After you, kitty-cat.
INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT
Compared to the interior, the exterior was that of a quaint English pub. Posters from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over the wall ("ROCK ALL NIGHT," "HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL," "ATTACK OF THE CRAB
MONSTER," and "MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that the patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies of 50s cars.
In the middle of the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign on the wall states, "No shoes allowed."So wannabe beboppers (actually Melrose-types), do the twist in their socks or barefeet.
The picture windows don't look out the street, but instead, B & W
movies of 50's street scenes play behind them. The WAITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50's icons: MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DEAN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and LEWIS, and THE PHILIP
MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing appropriate costumes.
Vincent and Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red '59
Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), comes over, sporting a big button on his chest that says:"Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing you please me."
BUDDY
Hi I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?
VINCENT
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
BUDDY
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp, or
bloody as hell?
VINCENT
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a vanilla
coke.
BUDDY
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
MIA
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger –
bloody – and a five-dollar shake.
BUDDY
How d'ya want that shake, Martin and
Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
MIA
Martin and Lewis.
VINCENT
Did you just order a five-dollar shake?
MIA
Sure did.
VINCENT
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
MIA
Uh-huh.
VINCENT
It costs five dollars?
BUDDY
Yep.
VINCENT
You don't put bourbon in it or anything?
BUDDY
Nope.
VINCENT
Just checking.
Buddy exits.
Vincent takes a look around the place. The YUPPIES are dancing, the DINERS are biting into big, juicy hamburgers, and the icons are playing their parts. Marilyn is squealing, The Midget is paging Philip Morris, Donna Reed is making her customers drink their milk, and Dean and Jerry are acting a fool.
MIA
Whaddya think?
VINCENT
It's like a wax museum with a pulse rate.
Vincent takes out his pouch of tobacco and begins rolling himself a smoke.
After a second of watching him –
MIA
What are you doing?
VINCENT
Rollin' a smoke.
MIA
Here?
VINCENT
It's just tobacco.
MIA
Oh. Well in that case, will you roll me
one, cowboy?
As he finishes licking it –
VINCENT
You can have his one, cowgirl.
He hands her the rolled smoke. She takes it, putting it to her lips. Out of nowhere appears a Zippo lighter in Vincent's hand. He lights it.
MIA
Thanks.
VINCENT
Think nothing of it.
He begins rolling one for himself.
As this time, the SOUND of a subway car fills the diner, making everything SHAKE and RATTLE. Marilyn Monroe runs to a square vent in the floor. An imaginary subway train BLOWS the skirt of her white dress around her ears as she lets out a squeal. The entire restaurant applauds.
Back to Mia and Vincent.
MIA
Marsellus said you just got back from
Amsterdam.
VINCENT
Sure did. I heard you did a pilot.
MIA
That was my fifteen minutes.
VINCENT
What was it?
MIA
It was show about a team of female secret agents called "Fox Force Five."
VINCENT
What?
MIA
"Fox Force Five."Fox, as in we're a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as in we're a force to be reckoned with. Five, as in there's one... two ... three... four... five of
us. There was a blonde one, Sommerset
O'Neal from that show "Baton Rouge," she was the leader. A Japanese one, a black
one, a French one and a brunette one, me.
We all had special skills. Sommerset had a photographic memory, the Japanese fox was a kung fu master, the black girl was a
demolition expert, the French fox'
specialty was sex...
VINCENT
What was your specialty?
MIA
Knives. The character I played, Raven
McCoy, her background was she was raised by circus performers. So she grew up doing a knife act. According to the show, she
was the deadliest woman in the world with a knife. But because she grew up in a
circus, she was also something of an
acrobat. She could do illusions, she was a trapeze artist – when you're keeping the world safe from evil, you never know when being a trapeze artist's gonna come in
handy. And she knew a zillion old jokes
her grandfather, an old vaudevillian,
taught her. If we woulda got picked up,