Carolyn works on her notes while out on assignment in Keauhou. We were there before the long drive down to South Point.
I told Carolyn she looked like a ghostwalker as she could walk on air. Click on the photo to see what’s up with that.
Carolyn wearing my extra clothes that I keep in my car in case I have to jump in the ocean or get thrashed on assignment (I’ve had myself covered in mud or salt water while working so having a change of clothes is nice.). I said she looked funny in the clothes which reminded me of the lines from Pulp Fiction.
JULES AND VINCENT in their tee-shirts and swim trunks. They look a million miles away from the black-suited, bad-asses we first met.
THE WOLF Perfect. Perfect. We couldn’t’ve planned this better. You guys look like…what do they look like, Jimmie?
JIMMIE Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.
The Wolf and Jimmie laugh.
JULES Ha ha ha. They’re your clothes, motherfucker.
Yeah, she’s wearing my clothes and had to explain that over the cellphone when she told her boyfriend “I’m wearing Baron’s clothes.”