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- Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get it on - Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get it on - Jungle boogie - Get up with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get up with the get down - Jungle boogie - Get down and boogie - Jungle boogie - Shake it around - Okay, so tell me again about the hash bars. - Okay, what you want to know? - Hash is legal there, right? - It's legal, but it ain't 100% legal. You just can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. I mean, they want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. - Those are hash bars? - Yeah. It breaks down like this. It's legal to buy it. It's legal to own it. And if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but-but that doesn't matter, 'cause get a load of this. If you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. - I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have. - Oh, man! I'm goin'. That's all there is to it. I'm fuckin' goin'. I know, baby. You'd dig it the most. - But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is? - What? It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that they got here, - but it's just there, it's a little different. - Example. You can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like no paper cup. I'm talkin' about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer in McDonald's. You know what they call... a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in Paris? They don't call it a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese? They got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter-Pounder is. - What do they call it? - They call it a Royale with Cheese. - Royale with Cheese. - That's right. What do they call a Big Mac? Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac. [ Imitating French Accent ] Le Big Mac. [ Laughs ] - What do they call a Whopper? - I don't know. I didn't go into Burger King. - You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup? - What? - Mayonnaise. [ Chuckles ] - Goddamn! - I seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit. - Yuck.
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[ Wolf ] You're dry enough. Toss 'em their clothes. [ Wolf Laughing ] Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't have planned this better. You guys look like- What do they look like, Jimmie? - Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. - [ Laughing ] - [ Both Laughing ] - Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker. Come on, gentlemen. We're laughing our way right into prison. Don't make me beg.
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- I love you, Pumpkin. - I love you, Honey Bunny. - Everybody be cool! This is a robbery! - [ Customers Murmuring ] Any one of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers! - You got that? You just be quiet over there! - Waitresses on the floor! Get on the fuckin'- Get the fuck down! You're in a blind spot. Take your dames over to that booth, on the count of ten! - Mexicans, out of the fucking kitchen! - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8- What the fuck are you doing, you fucking yuppie? Get down! - Get down! - Throw those bags! - Fucking move! Move! - [ Ranchero ] - [ Cooks Speaking Spanish ] - Move! Get the fuck- Get down on the fucking floor! Grandpa! Down! I'm the manager here, and there's no problem. No problem at all. - You gonna give me a problem? - No, sir, I'm not. Thought you said you were gonna give me a fucking problem! - I think we got a hero here, Honey Bunny. - Well, just execute him! - [ Panting ] - I am not a hero. - I'm just a coffee shop manager. - Get the fuck down! The restaurant's ours! - Just take whatever you want. - [ Panting ] - You talk to the customers. - Yeah. You tell them to be fucking cool and everything will be over. - You understand me? - Yes!
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What does Marsellus Wallace look like? What? - What country you from? - What? - "What" ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What? - W-What? - English, motherfucker! Do you speak it? - Yes! - Then you know what I'm sayin'! - Yes. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! - What? l- - Say "what" again! Say "what" again! I dare ya! I double dare you, motherfucker! - Say "what" one more goddamn time! - H-H-He's black. - Go on! - He's bald! - Does he look like a bitch? - What? - [ Gunshot ] - [ Screaming ] Does he look... Iike a bitch? - No! - Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch? - I didn't. - Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett! - You tried to fuck him. - [ Gasping ] No, no. But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. - You read the Bible, Brett? - Yes! Well, there's this passage I got memorized. Sort of fits this 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. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, 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!" [ Screams ]
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