If you left it at the apartment, it's not your fault.
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- [ Shower Water Running ] - [ Butch Grunting ]
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Will you give me oral pleasure?
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- Are you watching it? - In a way.
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That hit the spot. You. Flock of Seagulls. You know why we're here? - Why don't you tell my man Vince here where you got the shit hid. - It's over- I don't remember askin' you a goddamned thing!
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Not regularly, no. Well, there's this passage I got memorized. 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 good will, 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 I am the Lord... when I lay My vengeance upon you."
I don't want to be a burden or a nuisance. It's- [ Moans ]
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[ Zed Wheezing ]
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Then I did.
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[ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting Continues ]
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I don't feel the least bit bad about it.
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Get your ass outta here.
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[ Door Bells Jingling ]
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Tell me you're him. I'm him.
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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!