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Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up, repugnant shit. Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he is wrong... that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull... - on account of your dumb ass. - I got a threshold, Jules, for the abuse that I will take. Right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, and you got me in the red. I'm just sayin' it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. That's all. I could blow. - Oh, you ready to blow? - Yeah. Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T. I'm the Guns of the Navarone. In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail! We're fuckin' switchin'. I'm washin' windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!
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[ Ring Announcer ] ln the heavyweight division, - in the right corner wearing the blue trunks, - [ Grunts ] weighing 210 pounds, Floyd Ray Wilson! - [ Crowd Cheering, Yelling ] - [ Bell Rings ] [ Announcer ] It's official. It's official. - Wilson is dead! - [ Announcer #2 ] Well, Dan, that had to be the bloodiest, hands down, the most brutal fight this city's ever seen. Coolidge was out of there faster than I've ever seen a victorious boxer leave the ring. - Do you think he knew Wilson was dead? - My guess would be yes. I could see the frenzy in his eyes give way to the realization of what he was doing. - I think any man would've left the ring that fast. - Do you feel this tragedy... is gonna affect the world of boxing? A tragedy like this can't help but shake the world of boxing to its very foundations. It's of paramount importance, during the sad weeks ahead, the eyes of the W.B.A. remain- [ Crowd Cheering, Yelling Continues ]
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Okay, gentlemen, let's get our rules of the road straight. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. Monster Joe and his daughter Raquel are sympathetic to our dilemma. The place is North Hollywood, so a few twists and turns aside, we'll be goin' up Hollywood Way. Now, I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me.
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I'm fucked. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. - [ Vincent ] ls he a friend of yours? - Oh, goddamn. Goddamn. [ Jules ] Hmm? Oh. Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent. - Better tell him to shut up. He's gettin' on my nerves. - Fuck. [ Muttering ] Marvin. Marvin! I'd knock that shit off if I was you. - [ Door Slams ] - Die, you motherfuckers! Die! [ Hammer Clicking ]
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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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[ Zed, Maynard Talking, Yelling ] - [ Grunting ] - [ Talking, Yelling Continue ] [ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting ] - [ Giggling ] - [ Grunting Continues ] Yeah! [ Grunting, Straining ] [ Zed Shouting ] Now! Go! Come on, motherfucker! - Now, motherfucker! Aaah! [ Grunting ] - [ Giggling Continues ] - [ Slapping ] - [ Zed Shouting ] Come on! Yeah!
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