- What was it about? - How should I know? You were the one watching it. - No, imbecile, what was your dream about? - I don't know. I don't remember. It's really rare that I remember my dreams. Well, let's look at the grumpy man in the morning. [ Both Moaning ] [ Fabienne ] Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast. One more kiss, and I'll get up. [ Moans ] - Satisfied? - [ Exhaling ] Yep. - [ Grunts ] Get up, lazy bones! - Ohh! - Ohh. God. - [ Giggles ]
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Now let's meet our first contestants here this evening. Young lady, what is your name? Mrs. Mia Wallace. And how 'bout your fella here? Vincent Vega. All right, let's see what you can do. Take it away! - [ Woman ] Go for it. - [ Man ] Come on!
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I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and powder my nose. You sit here... and think of something to say.
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Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia! Fuck!
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Which one of 'em you wanna do first? - [ Tapping Fingers ] - [ Zed ] I ain't for sure yet.
I been sayin' that shit for years, and if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some coldblooded shit to say to a motherfucker... before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning made me think twice. See, now I'm thinkin' maybe it means... you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man, and Mr. 9-millimeter here, he's the shepherd... protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean... you're the righteous man, and I'm the shepherd, and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now, I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, you're the weak... and I'm the tyranny of evil men.
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Don't be that way. Tell me. - No, you wouldn't like it, and I'd be embarrassed. - You'd be embarr- You told 50 million people, and you can't tell me? - I promise I won't laugh. - That's what I'm afraid of, Vince. That's not what I meant. You know it. Now I'm definitely not gonna tell you 'cause it's been built up too much. What a gyp. [ Sighs ]
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Hard day at the office? Pretty hard. Got in a fight. Poor baby. Can you make spoons? You know what? I was thinkin' about takin' a shower. - I'm stinkin' like a dog over here. - I like the way you stink. Let me take this jacket off.
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Boxers don't have an old-timers' day.
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- Shit. - [ Grunts ]
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Two.
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- Vincent. - [ Wolf ] Okay, gentlemen. You both been to County before, I'm sure. Here it comes. - Goddamn! The water's fuckin' cold! - Yo! Yo! Yo! Better you than me, gentlemen. [ Chuckling ] - Don't be afraid of the soap. Spread it around. - [ Yelling Continues ] - Get 'em there a little bit. Vincent's hair. - Hey, get out of my hair! - Come on. Do it, goddamn it! Do it! - Uh, um- Towel.
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- [ Tires Screeching ] - Wanna share a cab? - I'd go for some breakfast. Feel like havin' breakfast with me? - [ Phone Dialing ] Cool.
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Now, do you remember when I told you your daddy died in a P.O.W. camp? Well, this here is Captain Koons. He was in the P.O.W. camp with Daddy.
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[ Exhales ] - Here you go, Mr. Wolf. - Thank you, Jimmie.