[We are transferring all the moose meat he brought back from up north into our freezers. The meat has been wrapped in saran wrap and has left about 2 inches of blood pooling in the cooler]
Him: Not sure what to do with all this blood.
Me: Flush it down the toilet. Then rinse out the coolers with bleach and water.
Him: Good thinking. I think I'll also hose them off outside.
[He goes off and does this]
Him: What was that ... what was Harvey called, in that ...? You know, Harvey what's his name...? [gertures vaguely in the direction of the sink, which is filled with raw meat]
Me: ...? Wolf ... Mr. Wolf? The fixer in Pulp Fiction?
Him: Yeah, what's his name?
Me: Harvey Keitel?
Him: Yeah! [nods, smiles]
Me: Wait ... are you comparing me to Harvey Keitel?
Him: In a good way - you knew what to do with all the blood!
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