[cleaning their bloody hands]
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Jules: Fuck, hahahahahaha, what did you do to his towel?Comment
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Vincent: I was dryin' my hands.Comment
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Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first.Comment
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Vincent: You watched me wash 'em.Comment
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Jules: I watched you get 'em wet.Comment
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Vincent: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.Comment
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Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no god-damn Maxi-Pad.Comment
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Mia: I said God Damn... God Damn.Comment
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Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.Comment
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The Wolf: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie?Comment
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Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.Comment
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Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.Comment
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Lance: Look, you brought her here, and that means that you're giving her the shot. The day that I bring an OD-ing bitch over to your house, then I'll give her the shot. Giver her the shot.Comment
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The Wolf: You see that, young lady? Respect. Respect for one's elders gives character.Comment
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Raquel: I have character.Comment
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The Wolf: Just because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character.Comment
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Butch: That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.Comment
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Zed: Bring out the Gimp.Comment
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Maynard: But the Gimp's sleeping.Comment
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Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?Comment
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Jules: Hey, that's Kool and the Gang.Comment
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Vincent Vega: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse I'll take. And right now I'm a race car and you got me in the red. I'm just saying that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a racecar in the fuckin' red. It could blow.Comment
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Jules: Oh, you're gettin' ready to blow?Comment
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Vincent Vega: I could blow.Comment
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Jules: Well I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain I'm "SUPERFLY T.N.T", I'm the "GUNS OF THE NAVARONE". In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail. We're fuckin' switchin' right now. I'm washin' the windows and you're pickin' up this hahahahahaha's skull.Comment
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Fabienne: Where's my Honda?Comment
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Butch: Sorry baby but I had to crash that Honda.Comment
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Jules: You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?Comment
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Vincent: Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?Comment
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Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What's the hahahahahaha gonna do? He's Samoan.Comment
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Esmeralda: So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in.Comment
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Trudi: You know how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they?Comment
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Jody: Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercings, sixteen places on my body, all of them done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple on my left breast, one through my right nostril, one through my left eyebrow, one in my lip, one in my clit... and I wear a stud in my tongue.Comment
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Vincent: Excuse me, but I was just wondering... why do you wear a stud in your tongue?Comment
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Jody: It's a sex thing. It helps fellatio.Comment
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Lance: Don Vincenzo. Step into my office?Comment
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Lance: You are NOT bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house.Comment
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Vincent: This "fucked-up bitch" is Marsellus Wallace's wife. Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? Do you? If she croaks on me, I'm a fuckin' greasespot.Comment
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Butch: Did you bring the watch?Comment
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Fabienne: I believe so.Comment
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Butch: You BELIEVE so? You BELIEVE so? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? You either did, or you didn't.Comment
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Fabienne: Then I did.Comment
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Butch: Are you sure.Comment
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Fabienne: [Shakes her head, no]Comment
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[a pause]Comment
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Butch: [Explodes into a rampage] FUCK. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. DO YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ARE? SHIT. FUCK.Comment
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[He calms down just as quickly and suddenly as he started]Comment
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Butch: It's not your fault.Comment
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Jody: That was fucking trippy.Comment
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