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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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This watch was on your daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch, it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slope's gonna put their greasy, yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it in one place he knew he could hide something- his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery- He give me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then... after seven years, I was sent home to my family and... now...
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Will you hand me a dry towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip? - Oh, I like that. I like being called a tulip. - [ Coughs ] "Tulip" is much better than "mongoloid." I didn't call you a mongoloid. I called you a retard. And I took it back. - [ Grunts ] - Butch? Yes, Lemon Pie? - Where are we going to go? - Well, I'm not sure yet. Wherever you want. We're gonna get a lot of money from this, but it ain't gonna be the kind of money... that we can live like hogs in the fathouse forever. I was thinking maybe we could go down someplace in the South Pacific. Kind of money we're gonna have's gonna carry us a long way down there. - If we wanted, we could live in Bora Bora? - You betcha. And if after a while you didn't dig that, we could go someplace else. Maybe Tahiti, Mexico. But I do not speak Spanish. Well, you do not speak Bora-Boran either. Besides, Mexican's easy. - �Donde esta el zapateria? - What does that mean? Where is the shoe store? - �Donde esta- - Spit, please. [ Spits ] - �Donde esta el zapateria? - Excellent pronunciation. - Mmm. - [ Giggles ] You'll be my little mamacita in no time. - [ Yawning ] �Que hora es? - �Que hora es? - What time is it? - What time is it? Time for bed. Sweet dreams, jellybean.
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Now, look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half. The graveyard shift at the hospital. You gotta make some phone calls? You gotta call some people? Well, then, do it, and then get the fuck out of my house before she gets here. That's Kool and the Gang. We don't wanna fuck your shit up. All I wanna do is call my people and get 'em to bring us in. You're fucking my shit up right now! You're gonna fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home. Do me that favor, all right? The phone is in my bedroom. I suggest you get going. Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do?
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