Pulp-fiction -

“Nah, man, no time. But it’s heavy. Felt like watches.”

Marv sits there, the cheap digital watch on Leo’s wrist suddenly making sense: it wasn’t cheap. It was precise. pulp-fiction

Leo sets his cup down. “You checked the case before you left?” “Nah, man, no time

“Lesson is,” Leo says, “don’t be fast. Be on time . And if you ever bring me a granola bar instead of what I asked for again, I’m going to use that golf glove to slap you so hard you’ll taste leather for a week.” ” Leo says

Marv stares. “Where’d you get it?”