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- How many up there? - Three or four. - That's countin' our guy? - Not sure. - So that means that it could be up to five guys up there? - It's possible. We should have fuckin' shotguns. - What's her name? - Mia. - Mia. How did Marsellus and her meet? - I don't know. However people meet people. She used to be a actress. Oh, really? She do anything I'd have seen? - I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot. - Pilot? What's a pilot? - Well, you know the shows on TV? - I don't watch TV. Yeah, but you are aware that there is an invention called television, - and on this invention they show shows, right? - Yeah. The way they pick TV shows is they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows... and on the strength of that one show, they decide if they wanna make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don't, become nothin'. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing. You remember Antwan Rockamora? Half-black, half-Samoan. Used to call him "Tony Rocky Horror." - Yeah, maybe. Fat, right? - I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat. I mean, he got a weight problem. What's a nigger gonna do? He's Samoan. - I think I know who you mean. What about him? - Marsellus fucked him up good. Word 'round the campfire is it was on account of Marsellus Wallace's wife. [ Elevator Bell Rings ]
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- How we comin', Jimmie? - Pretty good. - I got it all here, but, uh, - [ Sighs ] - Mr. Wolf, you gotta understand something. - Winston, Jimmie, Winston. Okay. You gotta understand something, uh, Winston. Uh- Uh, no, thank you. Uh, this is our best linen here, and it's, uh- it was a wedding present... from my Uncle Conrad and my Aunt Ginny. - They're not with us anymore. I wanna help- - Let me ask you a question. - If you don't mind. - No, no, please. Go ahead.
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Yo, Vincent Vega. Our man in Amsterdam. Jules Winfield, our man in lnglewood. Get your asses on in here. - Goddamn, nigger, what's up with them clothes? - You don't even want to know. Where's the big man? The big man's right over there takin' care of some business. Why don't you hang back a second or two. You see the white boy leave, go on over.
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1m8s
Bars, liquor stores, gas stations; you get your head blown off stickin' up one of them. Restaurants, on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They're not expectin' to get robbed. Not as expectin' anyway. - I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. - Correct. Same as banks, these places are insured. Manager. He don't give a fuck. They're just trying to get you out before you start pluggin' the diners. Waitresses. Fuckin' forget it. No way they're takin' a bullet for the register. Busboys. Some wetback gettin' paid $1.50 an hour... really give a fuck you're stealin' from the owner? Customers sittin' there with food in their mouths, they don't know what's goin' on. One minute, they're havin' a Denver omelet, the next, someone is stickin' a gun in their face. See, I got the idea the last liquor store we stuck up, remember? - All the customers kept comin' in. - Yeah. You got the idea of takin' their wallets. Now, that was a good idea. - Thank you. - Made more from the wallets than we did from the register. - Yes, we did. - A lot of people come to restaurants. - A lot of wallets. - Pretty smart, huh? Pretty smart.
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- Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get it on - Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get it on - Jungle boogie - Get up with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get up with the get down - Jungle boogie - Get down and boogie - Jungle boogie - Shake it around - Okay, so tell me again about the hash bars. - Okay, what you want to know? - Hash is legal there, right? - It's legal, but it ain't 100% legal. You just can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. I mean, they want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. - Those are hash bars? - Yeah. It breaks down like this. It's legal to buy it. It's legal to own it. And if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but-but that doesn't matter, 'cause get a load of this. If you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. - I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have. - Oh, man! I'm goin'. That's all there is to it. I'm fuckin' goin'. I know, baby. You'd dig it the most. - But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is? - What? It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that they got here, - but it's just there, it's a little different. - Example. You can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like no paper cup. I'm talkin' about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer in McDonald's. You know what they call... a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in Paris? They don't call it a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese? They got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter-Pounder is. - What do they call it? - They call it a Royale with Cheese. - Royale with Cheese. - That's right. What do they call a Big Mac? Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac. [ Imitating French Accent ] Le Big Mac. [ Laughs ] - What do they call a Whopper? - I don't know. I didn't go into Burger King. - You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup? - What? - Mayonnaise. [ Chuckles ] - Goddamn! - I seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit. - Yuck.
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