Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.
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[after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists]Comment
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Butch: You okay?Comment
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Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.Comment
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Butch: What now?Comment
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Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' hahahahahahas, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.Comment
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Butch: I meant what now between me and you?Comment
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Marsellus: Oh, that "what now." I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.Comment
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Jules: Now Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we?Comment
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Yolanda: You don't hurt him.Comment
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Jules: Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?Comment
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Yolanda: Cool?Comment
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Jules: What?Comment
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Yolanda: He's cool.Comment
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Jules: Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One... two... three.Comment
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[Ringo sits down opposite Jules]Comment
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Yolanda: All right, now you let him go.Comment
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Jules: Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot. But I don't want that. And you don't want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn't want that.Comment
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Yolanda: You just know, you touch him, you die.Comment
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Jules: Well, that seems to be the situation.Comment
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Man #4: [Burst out of the bathroom with his gun] Die you motherfuckers!Comment
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[He empties his entire gun, hitting nothing but air]Comment
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Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwan into a glass motherfuckin' house fuckin' up the way the hahahahahaha talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass cuz I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?Comment
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Vincent: [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in their with a goddamn hand cannon?Comment
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Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?Comment
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Brett: What?Comment
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Jules: What country you from?Comment
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Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?Comment
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Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?Comment
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Brett: Yes!Comment
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Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!Comment
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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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