Film: RESERVOIR DOGS.
Screenplay: Quentin Tarantino.
Setting the Scene:
Eight men dressed in Black suits, sit around a table at a breakfast cafe. They are: MR. WHITE (Harvey Keitel), MR. PINK (Steve Buscemi), MR. BLONDE (Michael Madsen), MR. BLUE (Eddie Bunker), MR. ORANGE (Tim Roth), MR. BROWN (Quentin Tarantino), NICE GUY EDDIE (Chris Penn) and the big boss, JOE CABOT (Lawrence Tierney). Most are finished eating and are enjoying coffee and conversation. Joe had been flipping through a small address book that Mr. White took from him and Mr. Brown had just finished telling a long and involved story about the meaning behind Madonna’s song “Like a Virgin”…
[Everyone at the table is laughing as Joe stands up.]
JOE
Alright, I’ll take care of the check you guys can get the tip. Should be about a buck a piece.
(to Mr. White)
And you! When I come back I want my
book.
MR. WHITE
Sorry, it’s my book now.
JOE
Hey, I changed my mind. Shoot this piece of shit,
will ya?
[Mr. Blonde pretends to shoot Mr. White with his finger. Joe exits.]
NICE GUY EDDIE
Alright, everybody cough up some green for
the little lady.
[Everybody whips out a buck, and throws it on the table.
Everybody, that is, except Mr. Pink.]
NICE GUY EDDIE
C’mon, throw in a buck.
MR. PINK
Uh-uh. I don’t tip.
NICE GUY EDDIE
You don’t tip?
MR. PINK
No. I don’t believe in it.
NICE GUY EDDIE
You don’t believe in tipping?
MR. BLUE
Do you know what these chicks make? They make shit.
MR. PINK
Don’t give me that. She don’t
make enough money, she can quit.
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 don’t ever
tip, huh?
MR. PINK
I don’t tip because society says I
have to. Alright, I mean I’ll tip if somebody
deserves a tip. If they
really puts forth the effort, I’ll give them
something extra.
But this tipping automatically,
it’s… for the birds. As far
as I’m concerned, they’re just
doin their job.
MR. BLUE
Hey, this girl was nice.
MR. PINK
She was okay. She wasn’t
anything special.
MR. BLUE
What’s special, take ya
in the back and suck your dick?
[They all laugh.]
NICE GUY EDDIE
I’d go over twelve percent for
that.
MR. PINK
Look, I ordered coffee, right? Now we’ve
been here a long fuckin time, and
she’s only filled my cup three
times. I mean, when I order coffee, I
want it filled six times.
MR. BLONDE
Six times? Well, what if she’s too fuckin’ busy?
MR. PINK
The words “too fuckin busy” shouldn’t be
in a waitress’s vocabulary.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but the last fuckin’
thing you need is another cup of
coffee.
[They all laugh.]
MR. PINK
Jesus Christ! I mean, these ladies aren’t starvin to
death. They make minimum wage.
I used to work minimum wage, and when I did… I
wasn’t lucky enough to have a job
that society deemed tipworthy.
MR. BLUE
You don’t care they’re countin’ on your tips to live?
[Mr. Pink rubs his thumb and forefinger together.]
MR. PINK
Do you know what this is? It’s
the world’s smallest violin,
playing just for the waitresses.
MR. WHITE
You don’t have any idea what
you’re talking about. These
people bust their ass. This
is a hard job.
MR. PINK
So’s working at McDonald’s, but
you don’t feel the need to tip
them, do ya? Why not? They’re servin ya food, but no, society
says “Don’t tip these guys over here, but tip these guys over here”. That’s
bullshit.
MR. WHITE
Waitressing is the number one
occupation for female non-college
graduates in this country. It’s
the one job basically any woman
can get, and make a living on.
The reason is because of their tips.
MR. PINK
Fuck all that.
[They all laugh.]
MR.BROWN
Jesus Christ!
MR. PINK
Hey, I’m very sorry that the
government taxes their tips.
That’s fucked up. But that ain’t
my fault. It would appear that
waitresses are just one of the
many groups the government fucks
in the ass on a regular basis.
I mean, if you show me a piece of paper says the
government shouldn’t do that, I’ll
sign it. Put it to a vote, I’ll
vote for it. But what I won’t do
is play ball. And this non-
college bullshit you’re giving
me, I got two words for that:
“Learn to fuckin’ type.” Cause if
you’re expecting me to help out
with the rent, you’re in for a big
fuckin’ surprise.
[Mr. White flicks some food at Mr. Pink]
MR. ORANGE
He’s convinced me. Give me my
dollar back.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Hey! Leave the dollars there.
[Joe's comes back to the table.]
JOE
Alright ramblers, let’s get
ramblin’. Wait a minute, who
didn’t throw in?
MR. ORANGE
Mr. Pink.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
Mr. Pink?
(to Mr. Pink)
Why not?
MR. ORANGE
He don’t tip.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
He don’t tip?
(to Mr. Pink)
What do you mean you don’t tip?
MR. ORANGE
He don’t believe in it.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
Shut up!
(to Mr. Pink)
What do you mean you don’t believe in it? C’mon you! Cough up a buck, ya cheap
bastard, I paid for your goddamn
breakfast.
MR. PINK
Alright, Because you paid for the
breakfast, I’ll put in, but
normally I would never do this.
JOE
Never mind what you normally would do. Just cough in your goddamn
buck like everybody else.
(If you’d like to hear the dialogue played as you’re reading, skip to 3.50 on the video)
Mark Walker












































































