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1m13s
Oh, no fuckin' shit she'll freak. That ain't no kinda answer. I mean, you know, I don't. How much? A lot or a little? You got to appreciate what an explosive element... this Bonnie situation is. She comes home from a hard day's work, finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen... doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain't no tellin' what she's liable to do. [ All Gasping ] Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the ifs. I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs! All I want to hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly." You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly. You sendin' the Wolf? Oh, you feel better, motherfucker? Shit, yeah, negro! That's all you had to say! - [ Piano ] - [ Man ] She the hysterical type? - When is she due? - [ Partygoers Chattering ] Mm-hmm. Give me the principals' names again. [ Man ] Place your bets.
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28.6s
So you'll have it all by tomorrow night? No, I understand. A few stragglers aside. Oh, fuck, Scotty, that is good news. That is great news, man. Yeah. Mm-hmm. No, me and Fabienne are gonna leave in the morning. It'll probably take us a couple days to get down to Knoxville. Okay, my brother. [ Laughing ] You're right. You're goddamn right. All right, Scotty, next time I see you, it'll be on Tennessee time. Cool, brother.
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1m5s
- [ Vincent ] Hurry up. We're losing her! - I'm looking as fast as I can! [ Jody ] What's he looking for? - [ Vincent ] I don't know. Some book. - What are you looking for? - A little black medical book. - What are you looking for? My little black medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses. - I never saw no medical book. - Trust me. I have one. - If it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot? - I don't know! - Stop bothering me! - While you're looking, that girl's gonna die on our carpet. You're never gonna find anything in this mess! - I'm gonna fucking kill you if you don't shut up! - Lance, get in here! - Right? Pig. - Get the fuck outta my way. - Quit fuckin' around and give her the shot. - While I'm doing this, you take off her shirt and find her heart. - Does it gotta be exact? - We're giving her a shot in the heart, so it's gotta be exact. I don't know exactly where her heart is. I think it's right here. - That's it. - All right, what I need is a big, fat magic marker. - You got it? - What? A magic marker. A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker! Christ. - Come on, man. Hurry up! - Fuck! Okay, okay. Okay. I think it's ready.
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