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This is Panda from Mexico. Very good stuff. Now, that's Bava. Different, but equally good. And that is Choco from the Harz Mountains of Germany. Now, the first two are the same. 300 a gram. Those are friend prices. But this one is a little more expensive. This is 500 a gram. But, when you shoot it, you will know where that extra money went. There's nothing wrong with these two. This is real, real, real good shit. But this one is a fuckin' madman. Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam. Am I a nigger? Are we in lnglewood? No. You're in my home. Now, white people who know the difference... between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with that Amsterdam shit... - any old day of the fuckin' week. - That's a bold statement. This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market. Coke is fuckin' dead as... dead. Heroin, it's comin' back in a big fuckin' way.
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49.8s
Look, just 'cause I wouldn't give no man a foot massage don't make it right... for Marsellus to throw Antwan off a building into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks; that shit ain't right. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I kill the motherfucker. I ain't sayin' it's right, but you sayin' a massage don't mean nothin'. I'm sayin' it does. Now, look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant somethin'. We act like they don't, but they do. That's what's so fuckin' cool about them. There's a sensuous thing goin' on... where you don't talk about it, but you know it and she knows it. Fuckin' Marsellus knew it. And Antwan should've fuckin' better known better. That's his fuckin' wife, man. This ain't a man with a sense of humor about this shit. You know what I'm sayin'? It's an interestin' point. Come on. Let's get into character.
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1m43s
- [ Gunshot ] - Ohh! [ Woman Screaming ] - Aaaah! I'm shot! - [ Grunting ] [ Screaming Continues ] [ Grunting, Groaning ] - [ Grunts ] - [ Gunshot ] - [ Man ] Sally! Sally! - [ Grunting Continues ] [ Panting ] - [ Gunshot ] - Aaah! [ Radio: Whistling ] [ Marsellus, Muffled ] Motherfucker! - [ Door Bells Jingling ] - [ Panting ] - Can I help you with somethin'? - Shut the fuck up. Now you just wait a goddamn minute, now! What the fuck you up to? - Come here, motherfucker! - [ Both Grunting, Groaning ] - [ Marsellus Groaning ] - You feel that sting, huh, big boy? That's pride fuckin' with you, see? You gotta fight through that shit! [ Grunting ] Huh? - You'd better kill me- - Yeah, somebody's gonna get killed. Somebody's gonna get their motherfuckin' head blown to- - [ Shotgun Cocks ] - Hold it right there, goddamn it. - This ain't none of your business, mister. - I'm makin' it my business. - Toss the weapon. - You don't understand, man. Toss the weapon. [ Panting ] [ Woman On Radio ] It's time - To find love - Take your foot off the nigger, - [ Music Continues ] - put your hand behind your head, approach the counter right now. - This motherfucker's trying to... - [ Groans ] kill me. Shut up. Keep comin'. Come on. lf love ls shelter [ Radio: Whistling ]
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1m8s
Bars, liquor stores, gas stations; you get your head blown off stickin' up one of them. Restaurants, on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They're not expectin' to get robbed. Not as expectin' anyway. - I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. - Correct. Same as banks, these places are insured. Manager. He don't give a fuck. They're just trying to get you out before you start pluggin' the diners. Waitresses. Fuckin' forget it. No way they're takin' a bullet for the register. Busboys. Some wetback gettin' paid $1.50 an hour... really give a fuck you're stealin' from the owner? Customers sittin' there with food in their mouths, they don't know what's goin' on. One minute, they're havin' a Denver omelet, the next, someone is stickin' a gun in their face. See, I got the idea the last liquor store we stuck up, remember? - All the customers kept comin' in. - Yeah. You got the idea of takin' their wallets. Now, that was a good idea. - Thank you. - Made more from the wallets than we did from the register. - Yes, we did. - A lot of people come to restaurants. - A lot of wallets. - Pretty smart, huh? Pretty smart.
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1m47s
- And? - And- And nothin'. That's it. You heard Marsellus... threw Tony Rocky Horror out of a fourth- story window for giving me a foot massage? - Mm-hmm. - And you believe that? [ Chuckles ] Well, at the time I was told it sounded reasonable. Marsellus throwing Tony out of a fourth-story window... for massaging my feet seemed reasonable? No, it seemed excessive, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I understand that Marsellus is very protective of you. A husband being protective of his wife is one thing. A husband almost killing another man for touching his wife's feet is something else. But did it happen? Only thing Antwan ever touched of mine was my hand when he shook it... at my wedding. Really? Truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus threw Tony out that window... except Marsellus and Tony. When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle. Ladies and gentlemen. Now the moment you've all been waiting for. The world-famous Jackrabbit Slim's twist contest. [ Applause ] Now, this is where one lucky couple... will win this handsome trophy that Marilyn here is holding. Now, who will be our first contestants? - Right here! - [ Man ] All right! - I wanna dance. - No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. I do believe Marsellus, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out and do whatever I wanted. Now I wanna dance; I wanna win; I want that trophy. - So dance good. - All right. You asked for it. - So dance good. - All right. You asked for it. Let's hear it for our first contestants.
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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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1m7s
Okay. When he started sweet talkin' to me He come and tell me everything is all right He'd kiss me and tell me everything is all right Can I get away again tonight The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was He was - Lord he knows he was - Yes he was How will I remember The look was in his eyes Stealing kisses from me on the sly Taking time to make time Telling me that he's all mine - Learning from each other's knowin' - [ Sniffing ] Looking to see how much we've grown And the only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was - Was, was - He was - Oh, yes he was - [ Music Stops ] Let's go.
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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Want a bite? They're real tasty. - I ain't hungry. - Well, if you like burgers, give 'em a try sometime. Me, I can't usually get 'em 'cause my girlfriend's a vegetarian, which pretty much makes me a vegetarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mmmm. You know what they call a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in France? - No. - Tell 'em, Vincent. - A Royale with Cheese. - A Royale with Cheese. You know why they call it that? Uh, because of the metric system?
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48.5s
This watch was on your daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch, it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slope's gonna put their greasy, yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it in one place he knew he could hide something- his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery- He give me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then... after seven years, I was sent home to my family and... now...
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1m5s
- [ Vincent ] Hurry up. We're losing her! - I'm looking as fast as I can! [ Jody ] What's he looking for? - [ Vincent ] I don't know. Some book. - What are you looking for? - A little black medical book. - What are you looking for? My little black medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses. - I never saw no medical book. - Trust me. I have one. - If it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot? - I don't know! - Stop bothering me! - While you're looking, that girl's gonna die on our carpet. You're never gonna find anything in this mess! - I'm gonna fucking kill you if you don't shut up! - Lance, get in here! - Right? Pig. - Get the fuck outta my way. - Quit fuckin' around and give her the shot. - While I'm doing this, you take off her shirt and find her heart. - Does it gotta be exact? - We're giving her a shot in the heart, so it's gotta be exact. I don't know exactly where her heart is. I think it's right here. - That's it. - All right, what I need is a big, fat magic marker. - You got it? - What? A magic marker. A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker! Christ. - Come on, man. Hurry up! - Fuck! Okay, okay. Okay. I think it's ready.
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- How we comin', Jimmie? - Pretty good. - I got it all here, but, uh, - [ Sighs ] - Mr. Wolf, you gotta understand something. - Winston, Jimmie, Winston. Okay. You gotta understand something, uh, Winston. Uh- Uh, no, thank you. Uh, this is our best linen here, and it's, uh- it was a wedding present... from my Uncle Conrad and my Aunt Ginny. - They're not with us anymore. I wanna help- - Let me ask you a question. - If you don't mind. - No, no, please. Go ahead.
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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?
Pulp Fiction
1m17s
I don't know why, I just thought he'd be European or something. - Yeah, he's about as European as fuckin' English Bob. - I know that now. - But was he cool or what? - Thank you. Totally fuckin' cool, in control. Didn't even really get pissed when you were fuckin' with him; I was amazed. - [ Chuckles ] - Want some bacon? No, man, I don't eat pork. - Are you Jewish? - I ain't Jewish; I just don't dig on swine, that's all. - Why not? - Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good. Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know... 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin' nothin' ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces. - What about a dog? Dog eats its own feces. - I don't eat dog either. Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they're definitely dirty. - But a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way. - Ah, so, by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. - Is that true? - We'd have to be talkin' about one charming motherfuckin' pig. I mean, he'd have to be ten times more charming than that Arnold on Green Acres. [ Both Laughing ]
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1m53s
- All right. Gimme three grams of madman. - Okay. Now, if it's as good as you say it is, I'll come back and buy another thousand. I just hope that I still have some left for ya, but I'm givin' you some out of my own private stash. That is what a nice guy I am. - I'm outta balloons. Is a baggie all right? - Yeah, that's cool. All right. I'll just get one for ya. Honey, will you get me some baggies and, uh, twistix from the kitchen? [ Woman ] Okay. Hey, uh, what do you think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. - You wanna hang out and get high? - Which one's Trudi? -The one with all the shit in her face? -No, that's Jody. That's my wife. - [ Chuckles ] I'm sorry, man. - Thank you. - No, I can't. I gotta be someplace. - All right, no problemo. - I'll take a rain check. - [ Knocking ] - Oh. - Thank you, Jody. Still got your Malibu? Oh, man, you know what some fucker did the other day? - What? - Fuckin' keyed it. - Oh, man, that's fucked up. - Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years. It was out five days, and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it. They should be fuckin' killed, man. No trial, no jury, straight to execution. I wish I could've caught him doin' it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole. - It'd been worth him doin' it just so I could've caught him. - What a fucker! What's more chicken-shit than fuckin' with a man's automobile? - Don't fuck with another man's vehicle. - You don't do it. - It's just against the rules. - Thank you. Thank you. - Mind if I shoot up here? - Hey, mi casa es su casa. Muchas gracias. [ "Bullwinkle Part ll" ]
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All right, now, people, gonna come around and collect your wallets! You don't fucking talk. You just throw 'em in the bag! Are we clear? I said, are we fucking clear? Good! Now, wallets out! [ Pumpkin ] That's it. Get the fuck down. In the bag. - In the fucking bag! - [ Customer ] I don't have nothin' on me, man. In the bag. What am I waiting for? ln the fucking bag. Laura. Laura. Tips. In the bag. - Is that a cellular phone? - Yeah. In the fucking bag.
Pulp Fiction
1m52s
What does Marsellus Wallace look like? What? - What country you from? - What? - "What" ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What? - W-What? - English, motherfucker! Do you speak it? - Yes! - Then you know what I'm sayin'! - Yes. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! - What? l- - Say "what" again! Say "what" again! I dare ya! I double dare you, motherfucker! - Say "what" one more goddamn time! - H-H-He's black. - Go on! - He's bald! - Does he look like a bitch? - What? - [ Gunshot ] - [ Screaming ] Does he look... Iike a bitch? - No! - Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch? - I didn't. - Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett! - You tried to fuck him. - [ Gasping ] No, no. But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. - You read the Bible, Brett? - Yes! Well, there's this passage I got memorized. Sort of fits this 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. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, 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!" [ Screams ]
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