Pulp Fiction:: relationships

Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.



                                 MIA

                      Don't you hate that?



                                 VINCENT

                      What?



                                 MIA

                      Uncomfortable silences.  Why do we

                      feel it's necessary to yak about

                      bullshit in order to be

                      comfortable?



                                 VINCENT

                      I don't know.



                                 MIA

                      That's when you know you found

                      somebody special.  When you can

                      just shit the fuck up for a minute,

                      and comfortably share silence.



                                 VINCENT

                      I don't think we're there yet.  But

                      don't feel bad, we just met each

                      other.



                                 MIA

                      Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to

                      the bathroom and powder my nose,

                      while you sit here and think of

                      something to say.



                                 VINCENT

                      I'll do that.