What the fuck'd I tell ya? Huh? As soon as the word got out the fix was in, man, the odds went through the roof. I know. I know. Unbelievable. Hey, fuck him, Scotty. If he was a better boxer, he'd still be alive. If he never laced up his gloves, which he never shoulda done in the first fuckin' place, he'd still be alive. [ Hawks, Spits ] Yeah, well, who gives a fuck? It's over now. Yeah, well, enough about the poor, unfortunate Mr. Floyd. Let's talk about the rich and prosperous Mr. Butch. How many bookies did you lay it around on? All eight? How long to collect?
Pulp Fiction
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Beating another man to death with your bare hands. What are you, a weirdo? No. It is a subject I have much interest in.
