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[ Wolf ] You're dry enough. Toss 'em their clothes. [ Wolf Laughing ] Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't have planned this better. You guys look like- What do they look like, Jimmie? - Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. - [ Laughing ] - [ Both Laughing ] - Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker. Come on, gentlemen. We're laughing our way right into prison. Don't make me beg.
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I think it's time for us to leave, Jules. Don't do that. Don't fuckin' blow this shit off! - What just happened here was a fuckin' miracle! - Chill. This shit happens. Wrong! Wrong. This shit doesn't "just happen." Do you want to continue this theological discussion in a car... or in a jailhouse with the cops? We should be fuckin' dead, my friend! What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it! All right, it was a miracle. Can we go now?
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What's going on? - Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst. - Shoot him in the face! I hate to shatter your ego, but this ain't the first time I've had a gun pointed at me. - If you don't take your hand off that case, it'll be your last. - Stop causing problems! You'll get us all killed! Give 'em what you got and get 'em outta here! Shut the fuck up, fat man! This ain't none of your goddamn business! Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool. No problem. I got it under control.
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What does Marsellus Wallace look like? What? - What country you from? - What? - "What" ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What? - W-What? - English, motherfucker! Do you speak it? - Yes! - Then you know what I'm sayin'! - Yes. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! - What? l- - Say "what" again! Say "what" again! I dare ya! I double dare you, motherfucker! - Say "what" one more goddamn time! - H-H-He's black. - Go on! - He's bald! - Does he look like a bitch? - What? - [ Gunshot ] - [ Screaming ] Does he look... Iike a bitch? - No! - Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch? - I didn't. - Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett! - You tried to fuck him. - [ Gasping ] No, no. But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. - You read the Bible, Brett? - Yes! Well, there's this passage I got memorized. Sort of fits this occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man... is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish... and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper... and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance... and furious anger... those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers! And you will know My name is the Lord... when I lay My vengeance upon thee!" [ Screams ]
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- [ Gunshot ] - Ohh! [ Woman Screaming ] - Aaaah! I'm shot! - [ Grunting ] [ Screaming Continues ] [ Grunting, Groaning ] - [ Grunts ] - [ Gunshot ] - [ Man ] Sally! Sally! - [ Grunting Continues ] [ Panting ] - [ Gunshot ] - Aaah! [ Radio: Whistling ] [ Marsellus, Muffled ] Motherfucker! - [ Door Bells Jingling ] - [ Panting ] - Can I help you with somethin'? - Shut the fuck up. Now you just wait a goddamn minute, now! What the fuck you up to? - Come here, motherfucker! - [ Both Grunting, Groaning ] - [ Marsellus Groaning ] - You feel that sting, huh, big boy? That's pride fuckin' with you, see? You gotta fight through that shit! [ Grunting ] Huh? - You'd better kill me- - Yeah, somebody's gonna get killed. Somebody's gonna get their motherfuckin' head blown to- - [ Shotgun Cocks ] - Hold it right there, goddamn it. - This ain't none of your business, mister. - I'm makin' it my business. - Toss the weapon. - You don't understand, man. Toss the weapon. [ Panting ] [ Woman On Radio ] It's time - To find love - Take your foot off the nigger, - [ Music Continues ] - put your hand behind your head, approach the counter right now. - This motherfucker's trying to... - [ Groans ] kill me. Shut up. Keep comin'. Come on. lf love ls shelter [ Radio: Whistling ]
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