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[ Butch ] I think I cracked a rib. - Giving me oral pleasure? - No, retard, from the fight. - Don't call me "retard." - [ Slurred Voice ] My name is Fabby. - My name is Fabienne! - Stop it. - Stop it! - My name is Fabi- Shut up, fuckhead! I hate that mongoloid voice. Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry. - [ Water Stops ] - [ Butch ] I take it back.
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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."
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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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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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