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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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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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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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