Pulp Fiction
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“Now, Uma, when we film this dance contest scene, can you take off your shoes?”
“What?”
“After Ed Sullivan tells you to take it away, but before the Chuck Berry song plays, can you, uh, slip off your shoes and dance barefoot?”
“Quentin…”
“I think it’ll inform Mia’s character.”
“You promised me. When we did the scene at the house, you promised I wouldn’t have to do that in any other scenes.”
“Just this one other one, though. I really think it’ll inform Mia’s character.”
“How?”
“Just, I really think it’ll make the dancing pop if we can see your feet.”
“Well, what about John?”
“Huh?”
“Will he be barefoot too?”
“Ew, what? Ew, no.”
“Why not?”
“Why would anyone want to see John’s feet?”
“Because it’ll make the dancing pop.”
“No, you don’t get it.”
“I’ll take off my shoes if John takes off his shoes too.”
“I don’t think seeing John’s feet will make the scene pop.”
“Explain to me why I should be barefoot in the dance contest but John shouldn’t be.”
“Uma, please just trust me about this.”
“If John wears shoes, I want to wear shoes.”
“OK, what if John takes off his shoes but not his socks? Then can I see your toes?”
“Oh, come on. OK, fine. Fine.”