it's not about having a point. they were 4 chicks talkin' chicktalk, over a meal. how many of you have friend? (raise your hand if you do). how many of you have more than one friend (raise your hand if you do). how many of you with your more than friend and y'all go get something to eat? (raise your hand if you do). how many of you have more than one friend and y'all go get something to eat and engage in conversation? (raise your hand if you do). how many of you with more than friend and y'all go get something to eat and engage in conversation that really doesn't have a point to it, but that conversation is engaging because you're amongst friends around whom you can say anything without the fear of feeling like an idiot; yet if you do feel like an idiot, your friends don't bust your balls too much cuz they're your peeps.
point to that convo? none whatsoever. the convo was just one scene before the lead-up to the car chase. and yet, there *was* a point. the whole impetus to the car chase is that zoe bell (she is an uber-cutie, and that brogue ... goodness gracious. always loved me a Kiwi) ... but anyway, zoe bell's character is now in the u.s., and her dream is to play "ship's mast" with a 1970 dodge charger with a 440 engine. and what does she do during this chickie convo? she pulls out the Lebanon Gazette (see, newspapers *are* still alive!) because she's been a susbscriber in New Zealand for a month scouting out ads for a 1970 dodge charger with a 440 engine. lo and forking behold! she finds one!
so that teensy piece of info -- a newspaper ad from the lebanon gazette -- is part of a far-ranging convo about NOTHING! what do you think seinfeld was about? nothing. and yet, it was about everything.
and that's what the 4 chicks talkin' chicktalk was all about: everything (bell foreshadowing with the dodge charger 440 engine newspaper ad) and absolutely nothing.
one other thing for the guys: how many times have you been somewhere, like a restaurant or whathaveyou and see a group of chicks talking? haven't you ever wondered what the chicks are talkin' about? don't you wish you could be a fly on that table to hear if what they're saying means anything in the greater good of the world? i sure as heck do.
with this convo, it felt like tarantino was opening a can that few of us male worms are privvy to at-close range. that's why i enjoyed it so much. plus, it was engaging, and funny, and cute, and chicky-toughy.