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- What was it about? - How should I know? You were the one watching it. - No, imbecile, what was your dream about? - I don't know. I don't remember. It's really rare that I remember my dreams. Well, let's look at the grumpy man in the morning. [ Both Moaning ] [ Fabienne ] Why don't you get up and we'll get some breakfast. One more kiss, and I'll get up. [ Moans ] - Satisfied? - [ Exhaling ] Yep. - [ Grunts ] Get up, lazy bones! - Ohh! - Ohh. God. - [ Giggles ]
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Don't be that way. Tell me. - No, you wouldn't like it, and I'd be embarrassed. - You'd be embarr- You told 50 million people, and you can't tell me? - I promise I won't laugh. - That's what I'm afraid of, Vince. That's not what I meant. You know it. Now I'm definitely not gonna tell you 'cause it's been built up too much. What a gyp. [ Sighs ]
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[ Woman ] It's as if it turns every part of your body into the tip of a penis. - Whoa. - I'll lend it to you. It's a great book on piercing. That gun to pierce your ears, they don't use that to pierce your nipples, do they? Forget that gun. That guns goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All my piercing, 18 places on my body, every one of 'em done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple of my left breast, two in my right nostril, one in my left eyebrow, one in my belly, one in my lip, one in my clit, - and I wear a stud in my tongue. - [ Vincent ] Excuse me. I was just curious, but, um... why would you wear a stud in your tongue? Sex thing. Helps fellatio. Vincenzo. Step in my office.
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Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? I don't know. That's a good question. That's when you know you found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence. Well, I don't think we're quite there yet, but don't feel bad. We just met each other.
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About 1,500 dollars. Okay, put it in your pocket. It's yours. Now, with the rest of those wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful little score, huh? Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 1,500 dollars, and I'll shoot him on general principle. No, Yolanda! Yolanda! He ain't gonna do a goddamn, motherfuckin' thing! Vince, shut the fuck up! - Shut up! - Come on, Yolanda. Stay with me, baby. Now, I ain't givin' it to him, Vincent. I'm buyin' something for my money.
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- Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Come here, come here. - [ Weeping Quietly ] I'm sorry. Mmm. - I'm so sorry. - You were gone so long, I started to think dreadful thoughts. I didn't mean to worry you. Everything's fine. - How was your breakfast? - It was good. Did you get the blueberry pancakes? They didn't have blueberry; I had to get buttermilk. Are you sure you're okay? Since I left you, this has been, without a doubt, the single weirdest fuckin' day of my life- I'll tell you all about it. Gotta go. Come on. Butch, whose motorcycle is this? - It's a chopper, baby. - Whose chopper is this? - Zed's. - Who's Zed? Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead. [ Engine Starts ]
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