Jimmy's Coffee House

Mmm. God damn, Jimmy. That'some serious gourmet shit. Me and Vincent would have been satisfied with some freeze-dried, tasteless choice, right? And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavor is this? What? I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I don't know what a bison. I know how good it is. Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expenses stuff, because when I drink it, I want to taste it. But It ain'the coffee in my kitchen. It's the dead nigger in my garage. Oh, Jimmy, don't even worry about it. Well, then let me think about anything. I want to ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said, dead nigger storage? Jimmy, Did you notice a sign in the front of my house that said, dead nigger storage? No. I didn't. Why? I didn't see it there, because storage dead niggers ain't my fucking business. That's why.