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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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- 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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[ 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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[ Ring Announcer ] ln the heavyweight division, - in the right corner wearing the blue trunks, - [ Grunts ] weighing 210 pounds, Floyd Ray Wilson! - [ Crowd Cheering, Yelling ] - [ Bell Rings ] [ Announcer ] It's official. It's official. - Wilson is dead! - [ Announcer #2 ] Well, Dan, that had to be the bloodiest, hands down, the most brutal fight this city's ever seen. Coolidge was out of there faster than I've ever seen a victorious boxer leave the ring. - Do you think he knew Wilson was dead? - My guess would be yes. I could see the frenzy in his eyes give way to the realization of what he was doing. - I think any man would've left the ring that fast. - Do you feel this tragedy... is gonna affect the world of boxing? A tragedy like this can't help but shake the world of boxing to its very foundations. It's of paramount importance, during the sad weeks ahead, the eyes of the W.B.A. remain- [ Crowd Cheering, Yelling Continues ]
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[ "You Never Can Tell" ] It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two-room Roebucks sale The 'coolerador was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono and boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle [ Sighs ] [ Alarm Faintly Beeping ]
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