IF BOBBY HILL PLAYED JULES IN PULP FICTION
8-10-06 POST RATED: Cojo, Cojo Art Juggernaut, Tracy, Bobby Hill, King of the Hill, Hank Hill, Samuel L Jackson, Pulp Fiction, Quentin Tarantino



Ever wonder what the TARANTINO classic PULP FICTION would have sounded like if BOBBY HILL from KING OF THE HILL had somehow stolen the role of Jules from Samuel L.Jackson? Sure, we all have.

Think back to that scene at the end of the flick in the diner where Jules teaches Honey Bunny (Yolanda- AMANDA PLUMMER) how to be cool? Here is how it really sounded: FONZIE-CLICK TO HEAR. And here is how it would sound if Bobby Hill had been cast: FONZIE-CLICK TO HEAR.

In another scene Vincent (John Travolta) and Jules are collecting a briefcase for their boss Marsellus Wallace (Ving Rhames). Now let's imagine what would Bobby Hill have to say after washing down Brett (Frank Whaley)'s Kahuna Burger in a few quick gulps? BURGER-CLICK TO HEAR

My girlfriend TRACY has a great sense of humor, and a hidden talent she didn't realize she had. See, she tries to do impressions of celebrities, but oddly, her "impression voice" sounds strikingly similar to Bobby Hill from King of the Hill. The thing is, she's not trying to sound like Bobby Hill, her voice just sounds like that when she does impressions (which is odd because it sounds nothing like her actual speaking voice).

My favorite is when she does her Samuel L. Jackson impression, because it just sounds like Bobby Hill doing a Samuel L. Jackson impression. When she tries to do an actual impression of Bobby Hill, it doesn't work.

She's humored me by letting me record her Samuel L. Jackson impressions tonight. She's currently working on a new Samuel L. Jackson impression. Ever wonder what Bobby Hill would sound like if he were really mother f*cking tired of some mother f*cking snakes on a mother f*cking plane? Coming soon. . .



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