Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Motherfuckin'- - [ Screaming ] - [ Crash ] Do you know how fucking stupid you fucking are? No! [ Grunts ]
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Here's some money. Go out and get those pancakes. Have a nice breakfast. I'll take your Honda. I'll be back before you can say "blueberry pie." Blueberry pie. Maybe not that fast. - But pretty fast. Okay? - Okay. - Bye. - Bye. Shit! Of all the fuckin' things she could fuckin' forget, she forgets my father's watch! I specifically reminded her- bedside table, on the kangaroo. I said the words: "Don't forget my father's watch." [ Tires Screeching ] [ Engine Stops ]
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- You wanna do it in here? - No, let's take him back to Russell's old room. Sounds good to me. [ Muffled Yelling ]
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Oh, no fuckin' shit she'll freak. That ain't no kinda answer. I mean, you know, I don't. How much? A lot or a little? You got to appreciate what an explosive element... this Bonnie situation is. She comes home from a hard day's work, finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen... doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain't no tellin' what she's liable to do. [ All Gasping ] Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the ifs. I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs! All I want to hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly." You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly. You sendin' the Wolf? Oh, you feel better, motherfucker? Shit, yeah, negro! That's all you had to say! - [ Piano ] - [ Man ] She the hysterical type? - When is she due? - [ Partygoers Chattering ] Mm-hmm. Give me the principals' names again. [ Man ] Place your bets.