hmmm, seems a lot of people who watch Pulp Fiction must fast-forward to the 'good bits', and miss the rest.
Scene: Vincent buying his shit from Lance:
LANCE
Now this is Panda, from Mexico. Very good stuff. This is Bava, different, but equally good. And this is Choco from the Hartz Mountains of Germany. Now the first two are the same, forty-five an ounce -- those are friend prices -- but this one... (pointing to the Choco) ...this one's a little more expensive. It's fifty-five. But when you shoot it, you'll know where that extra money went. Nothing wrong with the first two. It's real, real, real, good shit. But this one's a fuckin' madman.
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VINCENT
Give me three hundred worth of the madman. If it's as good as you say, I'll be back for a thousand.
So, we're talking about strong pure H.
Now Mia, being the coke-whore that she is, having just found what she thinks is free coke, lines up the kind of fat ones that you do when it's free coke - the kind that only come 3 to 4 per gram.
Thus, she inhales oh, say 200mg, of pure H of which 10mg IV (this is a guess, don't quote me) is probably enough to kill a non-user.
No wonder blood starts pissing out of her nose. Try snorting the same amount of pure meth and see what happens...
cheers,
hux.