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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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[ Woman ] It's as if it turns every part of your body into the tip of a penis. - Whoa. - I'll lend it to you. It's a great book on piercing. That gun to pierce your ears, they don't use that to pierce your nipples, do they? Forget that gun. That guns goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All my piercing, 18 places on my body, every one of 'em done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple of my left breast, two in my right nostril, one in my left eyebrow, one in my belly, one in my lip, one in my clit, - and I wear a stud in my tongue. - [ Vincent ] Excuse me. I was just curious, but, um... why would you wear a stud in your tongue? Sex thing. Helps fellatio. Vincenzo. Step in my office.
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[ Jules ] Yes, you did, Brett! You tried to fuck him, and Marsellus Wallace don't liked to be fucked... by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. - Oh, God, please. I don't wanna die. - You read the Bible, Brett? - [ Whimpering ] Yes! - Well, there's this passage I got memorized. Sorta fits the 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. - [ Whimpering Continues ] 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 My name is the Lord... when I lay My vengeance upon thee." - [ Groans Loudly ] - [ Gunshots ] [ Screams ]
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Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? I don't know. That's a good question. That's when you know you found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence. Well, I don't think we're quite there yet, but don't feel bad. We just met each other.
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- That was my 15 minutes. - What was it? It was a show about a team of female secret agents called Fox Force Five. - What? - Fox Force Five. Fox, as in were a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as in we're a force to be reckoned with. And five, as in there's one-two-three-four-five of us. There was a blond one, Sommerset O'Neal. She was the leader. The Japanese fox was a kung fu master. The black girl was a demolition expert. French fox's speciality was sex. - What was your speciality? - Knives. The character I played, Raven McCoy, her background was she grew up raised by circus performers. According to the show, she was the deadliest woman in the world with a knife. And she knew a zillion old jokes. Her grandfather, an old vaudevillian, taught her. And if we would have got picked up, they would've worked in a gimmick... where every show I would've told another joke.
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About 1,500 dollars. Okay, put it in your pocket. It's yours. Now, with the rest of those wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful little score, huh? Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 1,500 dollars, and I'll shoot him on general principle. No, Yolanda! Yolanda! He ain't gonna do a goddamn, motherfuckin' thing! Vince, shut the fuck up! - Shut up! - Come on, Yolanda. Stay with me, baby. Now, I ain't givin' it to him, Vincent. I'm buyin' something for my money.
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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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