In a Nutshell:

Four intertwining tales of betrayal, loyalty, and crime shed some light on the whacky lives of hitmen, mob wives, and boxers.

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You won’t know the facts until you’ve seen the fiction.

Quotes:

'English, motherfucker, do you speak it?'
 
'I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass for two years.'
 
'So pretty please…with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.'
 
Plot:
 
Samuel L. Jackson (with a glorious Jheri Curl) and John Travolta are two fellas that are just like you and me.

They gossip about co-workers, discuss European food…and then they go kill people on behalf of their boss, Marsellus Wallace. Okay, so they’re hitmen, but they’re just so darn relatable.
 
Travolta’s been tasked with taking care of Mrs. Wallace while the big man’s out of town. So he takes her out for a night of nostalgia, adrenaline, uncomfortable silences, and dancing.
 
Then we meet Bruce Willis. Bruno is attempting to flee town before Marsellus Wallace finds him and gets all medieval on his ass. Unfortunately, his girlfriend forgot to pack his father’s gold watch.

Knowing full well the amount of discomfort that his father went through to get him that watch, Bruno sets out to recover his lost family heirloom.

In the process he meets a lovely man named Zed, has a little fun little exchange with Travolta, and unleashes his inner samurai (which we all should do from time to time).
 
When our hitmen’s latest job goes a bit…awry, they enlist the help of Harvey Keitel. Hilarity ensues. Keitel charms us with his coffee-sipping, curtness, and vague hint of a moustache.

But sadly, just as quickly as he came, he drives off into the mid-morning at a ludicrous speed, leaving our hitmen to enjoy a nice quiet breakfast before they return a mysterious briefcase back to their boss...

Written by: Kyle Musulas