Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
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Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!Comment
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Brett: What, I-?Comment
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Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.Comment
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Brett: He's b-b-black...Comment
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Jules: Go on.Comment
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Brett: He's bald...Comment
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Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?Comment
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Brett: What?Comment
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[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]Comment
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Brett: No!Comment
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Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?Comment
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Brett: I didn't.Comment
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Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.Comment
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[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]Comment
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Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?Comment
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Butch: So we cool?Comment
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Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain-rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?Comment
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Butch: Deal.Comment
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Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.Comment
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Vincent: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.Comment
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[Marcellus is telling Butch to take a dive]Comment
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Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.Comment
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[Ezekiel 25:17 among others]Comment
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Jules: 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 good will, 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 would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.Comment
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[Vincent goes up to Butch at the bar]Comment
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Butch: What're you looking at, friend?Comment
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Vincent: I ain't your friend, palooka.Comment
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Butch: What did you say?Comment
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Vincent: I think you heard me just fine, punchy.Comment
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Mia: Don't you hate that?Comment
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Vincent: What?Comment
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Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?Comment
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Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.Comment
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Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.Comment
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Lance: You're going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she's got, uh, breastplates...Comment
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[taps Mia's chest]Comment
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Lance: You've got to pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.Comment
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[demonstrates]Comment
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Vincent: I-I gotta stab her three times?Comment
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Lance: No, you don't gotta fucking stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it's gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger.Comment
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Vincent: What happens after that?Comment
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Lance: I'm kinda curious about that myself.Comment
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Marsellus: I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a hahahahahaha waiting in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.Comment
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Butch: I think I have a broken rib.Comment
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Fabienne: From giving me oral pleasure?Comment
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Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?Comment
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Butch: It's a chopper, baby.Comment
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Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?Comment
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Butch: It's Zed's.Comment
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