mr. orange -- reservoir dogs -- bar
Criminal.
(Feet on the) Table.
Coffee.
Newspaper.
The only ingredient missing is a cigarette, and -- is that a box of them he's pulling out of his jacket pocket? And is that a lighter in his other hand?
Never mind.
Well, put it all together and you have a relatively content Mr. Orange, dressed neatly in a black suit, sunglasses on the table next to his shoes.
(He isn't fuckin' dying.)
(Feet on the) Table.
Coffee.
Newspaper.
The only ingredient missing is a cigarette, and -- is that a box of them he's pulling out of his jacket pocket? And is that a lighter in his other hand?
Never mind.
Well, put it all together and you have a relatively content Mr. Orange, dressed neatly in a black suit, sunglasses on the table next to his shoes.
(He isn't fuckin' dying.)