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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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Fabienne! Come on, baby. - Come on. Get your shit. We gotta go right now. - I was so worried. - What about our bags? - Fuck the bags; if we don't split right now, we'll miss the train. - I'll be downstairs. - Is everything well? - Just come on! No talking now! - Are we in danger? [ Groaning Continues ]
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[ Dog Barking ] Oh, that Paddlefoot. He funny, silly dog. He think totem pole alive! [ Giggling ] He arctic tenderfoot! [ Laughing ] That totem pole been here forever! - [ Woman ] Butch? - [ Paddlefoot Barking ] [ Man On Television ] One more thing, and we'll start for- - Butch, stop watching TV for a second. - Yeah? - You've got a special visitor. - [ TV ] Stand up. Stand up.
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- You're Brett, right? - Yeah. I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don't ya, Brett? Yeah, I remember. Good. Looks like me and Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'? Hamburgers. Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.
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