Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.ĭon't be tellin' me about foot massages. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.Īin't no fuckin' ballpark neither. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto.

Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin', man? It's Jules. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. Well Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man! Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley. Just take it to a friendly place, that's all. Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood. We're on a city street in broad daylight here! Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump! You probably went over a bump or something. Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time.Ĭhill out, man.

Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident! What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man! Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull! And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. Now, right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, right, and you got me the red. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass. Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that? Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time! They speak English in What?ĭescribe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! 'What' ain't no country I've ever heard of. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions.

I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never. I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours. I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying? You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at?

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