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What's going on? - Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst. - Shoot him in the face! I hate to shatter your ego, but this ain't the first time I've had a gun pointed at me. - If you don't take your hand off that case, it'll be your last. - Stop causing problems! You'll get us all killed! Give 'em what you got and get 'em outta here! Shut the fuck up, fat man! This ain't none of your goddamn business! Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool. No problem. I got it under control.
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29.3s
I think it's time for us to leave, Jules. Don't do that. Don't fuckin' blow this shit off! - What just happened here was a fuckin' miracle! - Chill. This shit happens. Wrong! Wrong. This shit doesn't "just happen." Do you want to continue this theological discussion in a car... or in a jailhouse with the cops? We should be fuckin' dead, my friend! What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it! All right, it was a miracle. Can we go now?
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- But still, you play with matches, you get burned. - What do you mean? You don't be givin' Marsellus Wallace's new bride a foot massage. You don't think he overreacted? Antwan didn't expect Marsellus to react the way he did, but he had to expect a reaction. It was a foot massage. A foot massage is nothin'. I give my mother a foot massage. It's laying your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus's new wife. I mean, is it as bad as eatin' her pussy out? No, but it's the same fuckin' ballpark. Whoa, stop right there. Eatin' the bitch out... and givin' the bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fucking thing. - It's not. It's the same ballpark. - Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now, look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine. But touchin' his wife's feet and sticking your tongue in the holiest of holies... ain't the same fuckin' ballpark; it ain't the same league; it ain't the same fuckin' sport. - Foot massages don't mean shit! - Have you ever given a foot massage? [ Scoffs ] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. - I'm the foot fuckin' master. - You given a lot of them? Shit, yeah! Got my technique down and everything. I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Would you give a guy a foot massage?
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