Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
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Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?Comment
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Butch: It's Zed's.Comment
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Fabienne: Who's Zed?Comment
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Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.Comment
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Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.Comment
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Esmeralda: What is your name?Comment
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Butch: Butch.Comment
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Esmeralda: What does it mean?Comment
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Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.Comment
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[Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off]Comment
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Vincent: Whoa!Comment
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Jules: What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man!Comment
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Vincent: Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.Comment
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Jules: Why the fuck did you do that!Comment
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Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!Comment
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Jules: Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time...Comment
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Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.Comment
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Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump.Comment
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Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.Comment
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Jules: Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!Comment
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Vincent: I don't believe it.Comment
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Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.Comment
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Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.Comment
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Jules: This in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.Comment
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Vincent: Well Jules this ain't my fucking town, man!Comment
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Jules: Shit!Comment
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[Jules dials a number on his cell phone]Comment
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Vincent: What you doin'?Comment
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Jules: I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.Comment
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Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake?Comment
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Jules: It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. Hey Jimmie, yo, how you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.Comment
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Vincent: Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here?Comment
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Lance: Hey, mi casa su casa.Comment
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Lance: Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!Comment
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Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them hahahahahahas out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly."Comment
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Marsellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them hahahahahahas out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.Comment
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The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.Comment
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Vincent: A please would be nice.Comment
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The Wolf: What?Comment
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Vincent: I said a please would be nice.Comment
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The Wolf: Get it straight, gentlemen: I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct that you possess, you'd better do it and do it quick. If my help's not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen.Comment
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Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that...Comment
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Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just like people barking orders at me.Comment
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The Wolf: If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor here. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So, pretty please - with sugar on top... clean the fuckin' car.Comment
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Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.Comment
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The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks just yet.Comment
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Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.Comment
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Vincent: Want some bacon?Comment
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Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.Comment
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