I think we should be leaving now. - [ "Surf Rider" ] - Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
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[ Beeping Stops ]
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I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and powder my nose. You sit here... and think of something to say.
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Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia! Fuck!
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He's dead? The radio said he was dead.
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I want you to pick it up, Zed.
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Oh, that "what now."
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I'll do that.
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[ Dialing ]
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I'll tell you what. Give me one of them cigarettes you got up there, and I'll tell you all about it.
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[ Mia's Voice ] Hi, Vincent. I'm getting dressed. The door's open. Come inside and make yourself a drink. Mia. [ "Son Of A Preacher Man" ]
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[ Intercom ] Vincent. I'm on the intercom. Where is- Where is the intercom? It's on the wall by the two African fellows. To your right.
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- [ Groans ] - [ Thud ]
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Have you lost your fucking mind? - You were talking about drug shit on a cellular phone! - Lance, help me. - You crashed your car into my fucking house! - Grab her feet. Are you deaf? You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house! This "fucked-up bitch" is Marsellus Wallace's wife. - Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? - Yeah. If she croaks on me, I am a fucking grease spot! I will be forced to tell him that you did not help and let her die on your lawn. Now, come on. Help me, help me. Pick her up.
