Reservoir Dogs

Eight men dressed in BLACK SUITS, sit around a table at a breakfast cafe.

They are Mr. White, Mr. Pink, Mr. Blue, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Orange, Mr. Brown, Nice Guy Eddie Cabot, and the big boss, Joe Cabot.

Most are finished eating and are enjoying coffee and conversation. Joe flips through a small address book.

Mr. Brown is telling a long and involved story about Madonna.

Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about.

It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song-- it's a metaphor for big dicks.

No, it ain't. It's about a girl who's very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times and then she meets a guy who's very sensitive.

Whoa! whoa...time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.

Toby? Who the fuck is Toby?

Like a Virgin's not about some sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what True Blue's about. Granted, no argument about that.

Which one's True Blue?

You ain't heard True Blue? It was a big ass hit for Madonna.

I don't even follow that Tops of the Pops shit, and even I've heard of True Blue.

Yeah, so -I ain't saying I ain't heard of it. You know; all I asked is how's it go. Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.

Personally, I can do without her.

I used to like her early stuff-- Borderline. When she got all into that Papa Don't Preach phase, I tuned out.

You guys are like making me lose my train of thought here. I was saying something. What was it?

Oh, Toby's that little Chinese girl. What was her last name?

What's that?

It's an old address book I found in a coat I haven't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?