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You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wish you had some pot? A pot. [ Giggles ] A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy. Well, you should be happy, [ Grunts ] 'cause you have one. Shut up, fatso. I don't have a pot. I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star." It's not the same thing. I didn't know there was such a difference between a pot belly and a tummy. The difference is huge. [ Kissing ] Would you like it if I had a pot belly? No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish or like a gorilla. But on a woman a pot belly's very sexy. The rest of you is normal- normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass- but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a T-shirt two sizes too small... to accentuate it. You think men would find that attractive? I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye... is seldom the same.
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25.5s
What kind of hamburgers? - Uh, ch-cheeseburgers. - No, no, no. Where'd you get 'em? McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-Box? - Where? - Uh, Big Kahuna Burger. Big Kahuna Burger! That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they? They're- They're good. You mind if I try one of yours? - This is yours here, right? - Yeah.
Pulp Fiction
17.9s
Oh, man, that's good. That's good, man. You're startin' to lighten up. You've been sittin' there, all serious and shit. - I just been sittin' here, thinkin'. - About what? - About the miracle we witnessed. - Miracle you witnessed. - I witnessed a freak occurrence. - What is a miracle, Vincent?
Pulp Fiction
57s
I been sayin' that shit for years, and if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some coldblooded shit to say to a motherfucker... before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning made me think twice. See, now I'm thinkin' maybe it means... you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man, and Mr. 9-millimeter here, he's the shepherd... protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean... you're the righteous man, and I'm the shepherd, and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now, I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, you're the weak... and I'm the tyranny of evil men.
Pulp Fiction
1m2s
- 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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