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However... you seem like a really nice person, and l- - I don't want to offend you. - Oooh. This doesn't sound like the usual, mindless, boring, gettin'-to-know-you chitchat. This sounds like you actually have somethin' to say. Well, well, I do. I do. - [ Inhales ] But you have to promise not to be offended. - No, no. You can't promise somethin' like that. I have no idea what you're gonna ask me. You can ask me what you're gonna ask me, and my natural response could be to get offended. Then, through no fault of my own, I would have broken my promise. - Let's just forget it. - That's an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility. - Is that a fact? - And besides, - isn't it more, uh, exciting when you don't have permission? - All right, all right. Well, here goes. What did you think about what happened to Antwan? - Who's Antwan? - Tony Rocky Horror. You know him. - He fell out of a window. - Hmm. Hmm. Well, that is one way to say it. Another way to say it would be that he was thrown out. Another way would be he was thrown out by Marsellus. Yet even another way is to say he was thrown out of a window by Marsellus because of you. - Is that a fact? - No. No, it's not a fact. It's just what I heard. That's just what I heard. - Who told you? - They. "They" talk a lot, don't they? [ Chuckles ] They certainly do. They certainly do. - Don't be shy, Vincent. What else did "they" say? - I'm- I'm not shy. - Um- - Did it involve the "F" word? No, no, no, no, no. They just said that Antwan had given you a foot massage.
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[ Dog Barking ] Oh, that Paddlefoot. He funny, silly dog. He think totem pole alive! [ Giggling ] He arctic tenderfoot! [ Laughing ] That totem pole been here forever! - [ Woman ] Butch? - [ Paddlefoot Barking ] [ Man On Television ] One more thing, and we'll start for- - Butch, stop watching TV for a second. - Yeah? - You've got a special visitor. - [ TV ] Stand up. Stand up.
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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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