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Do you have any idea what he had to go through to get me that watch? I don't have time to go into it, but he went through a lot. All this other shit you could've set on fire, but I specifically reminded you not to forget the fucking watch. Now think. - Did you get it? - I believe so. "You believe so"? What the fuck does that mean? You either did or didn't get it.
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You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wish you had some pot? A pot. [ Giggles ] A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy. Well, you should be happy, [ Grunts ] 'cause you have one. Shut up, fatso. I don't have a pot. I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star." It's not the same thing. I didn't know there was such a difference between a pot belly and a tummy. The difference is huge. [ Kissing ] Would you like it if I had a pot belly? No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish or like a gorilla. But on a woman a pot belly's very sexy. The rest of you is normal- normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass- but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a T-shirt two sizes too small... to accentuate it. You think men would find that attractive? I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye... is seldom the same.
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Look, just 'cause I wouldn't give no man a foot massage don't make it right... for Marsellus to throw Antwan off a building into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks; that shit ain't right. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I kill the motherfucker. I ain't sayin' it's right, but you sayin' a massage don't mean nothin'. I'm sayin' it does. Now, look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant somethin'. We act like they don't, but they do. That's what's so fuckin' cool about them. There's a sensuous thing goin' on... where you don't talk about it, but you know it and she knows it. Fuckin' Marsellus knew it. And Antwan should've fuckin' better known better. That's his fuckin' wife, man. This ain't a man with a sense of humor about this shit. You know what I'm sayin'? It's an interestin' point. Come on. Let's get into character.
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What kind of hamburgers? - Uh, ch-cheeseburgers. - No, no, no. Where'd you get 'em? McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-Box? - Where? - Uh, Big Kahuna Burger. Big Kahuna Burger! That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they? They're- They're good. You mind if I try one of yours? - This is yours here, right? - Yeah.
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