Warm. Warmer. Disco. Hello? Push the button if you want to talk. Hello? Go make yourself a drink, and I'll be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail. The bar's by the fireplace.
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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.
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I'm gonna take a piss. That's a little bit more information than I needed, but go right ahead.
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[ Coughing ]
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[ "Let's Stay Together" ]
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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.
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Fine job, gentlemen.
Pulp Fiction
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It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
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[ Sighs ] If you had a pot belly, I would punch you in it. - You'd punch me in the belly? - Right in the belly. Ohh! I'd smother you! - I'd drop it right on your face 'til you couldn't breathe! - [ Laughing ] - You'd do that? - Yeah. - Promise? - Yeah. [ Moaning Softly ]
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Be my guest. I gotta know what a five-dollar shake tastes like. - You can use my straw. I don't have cooties. - Yeah, but maybe I do. Cooties I can handle. All right.
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Don't be lookin' at me like that, all right? I can feel your look.