In high school, I was at Disneyland with my brother and my brother's girlfriend and we were coming off Mr. Toad's wild ride. And my brother was like, holy shit, I think that's Quentin Tarantino, who just got in the line for Mr. Toad. So we stood there at the carousel staring at him the entire time he waited in the line for Mr. Toad debating what the fuck we were going to do. Now, he was on a date with a blonde woman and they were sucking face the whole time. It was a pretty short line, so we stood there and waited for him to get off the ride and my brother approached him and he said, hey, you're Quentin Tarantino, right? Mind you, this was probably like 2007. And he says, yes. And my brother says, okay, what was in the suitcase at the end of Pulp Fiction? And Quentin Tarantino goes, you know, I just I get asked this question all the time. I just tell people it's whatever they think it is. And my brother goes like, yeah, but like, I know what it like you're going to tell me, right? I know what it is. It's that guy's soul, right? And Quentin just fucking laugh and he goes, yeah, kid, it's that guy's soul. And my brother was like, I knew it. And me and my brother's girlfriend just rolled our eyes at each other. Like, what the fuck he just said. Anyway, my brother's reaction to that little encounter was that Quentin Tarantino looks even more like a cartoon in real life.