Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up, repugnant shit. Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he is wrong... that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull... - on account of your dumb ass. - I got a threshold, Jules, for the abuse that I will take. Right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, and you got me in the red. I'm just sayin' it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. That's all. I could blow. - Oh, you ready to blow? - Yeah. Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T. I'm the Guns of the Navarone. In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail! We're fuckin' switchin'. I'm washin' windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!
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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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No. Well, your Uncle Marsellus is. And I'm positive that if Uncle Conrad and Aunt... - Ginny. - Ginny were here, they would furnish you with a whole bedroom set, which your Uncle Marsellus is more than happy to do.
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Bonnie. Mm-hmm.
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About the car, is there anything I need to know? Does it stall? Does it smoke? Does it make a lot of noise? ls there gas in it? - Aside from how it looks, the car's cool. - Positive? Don't get me on the road and I find out the brake lights don't work. - As far as I know, the motherfucker's tip-top. - Good enough. Let's go back to the kitchen.
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[ Doorbell Rings ]
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So, Esmarelda...
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Oak's nice.
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Get up.
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- Gimme a pack of Red Apples. - Filters? No.
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We're in a lot of danger, aren't we?
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- You lookin' at somethin', friend? - You ain't my friend, palooka.
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If they find us, they'll kill us, won't they?
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I'll be damned. [ Women Screaming ] [ Grunting, Panting ]