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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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- What was it about? - How should I know? You were the one watching it. - No, imbecile, what was your dream about? - I don't know. I don't remember. It's really rare that I remember my dreams. Well, let's look at the grumpy man in the morning. [ Both Moaning ] [ Fabienne ] Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast. One more kiss, and I'll get up. [ Moans ] - Satisfied? - [ Exhaling ] Yep. - [ Grunts ] Get up, lazy bones! - Ohh! - Ohh. God. - [ Giggles ]
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- We cool? - Like it never happened. - [ Vincent ] All right. - Boys, this is Raquel. Someday all this will be hers. Hi. So, what's with the outfits? - You guys going to a volleyball game or something? - [ Wolf Laughs ] I'm takin' milady out for breakfast. Maybe I could drop you two off. Where do you live? - Redondo. - Inglewood. It's- It's your future. I- I see a- a cab ride. Move outta the sticks, fellas. Say good night, Raquel. - Good night, Raquel. - I'll see you guys around. Stay outta trouble, you crazy kids. Mr. Wolf, I just wanna tell you it was a real pleasure watching you work. Yeah, really. And thank you very much, Mr. Wolf. Call me Winston.
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But this morning... - I don't think qualifies. - Hey, Vincent. See, that shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way. It could be God stopped the bullets, changed Coke to Pepsi, found my car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced... was an according-to-Hoyle miracle is insignificant. But what is significant is, I felt the touch of God. God got involved. But why? Well, that's what's fuckin' with me: I don't know why. - But I can't go back to sleep. - You're serious. You're really thinkin' about quittin'. - For life? Most definitely. - Yeah. Fuck. What you gonna do then?
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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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Let me ask you something. When did you make this decision? When you were sittin' there eatin' that muffin? Yeah. I was sittin' here eatin' my muffin, drinkin' my coffee, replayin' the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Fuck. To be continued.
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