Paul: Hey, my name's Paul and this shit's between y'all.
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Lance: If you're OK, say something.Comment
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Mia: Something.Comment
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The Wolf: Strip.Comment
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Jules: All the way?Comment
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The Wolf: To your bare ass.Comment
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Vincent: Is this necessary?Comment
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The Wolf: You know what you guys look like?Comment
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Jules: What?Comment
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The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head.Comment
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Jules: You know the shows on TV?Comment
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Vincent: I don't watch TV.Comment
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Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?Comment
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Butch: Where's my watch?Comment
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Fabienne: It's there.Comment
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Butch: No it's not.Comment
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Fabienne: It should be.Comment
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Butch: Yes it most definitely should be but it's not here now, so where the fuck is it?Comment
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[after Brad tells Jules that he's eating a hamburger]Comment
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Jules: Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.Comment
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Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.Comment
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Lance: Am I a hahahahahaha? Are we in Inglewood? No... You're in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any day of the fuckin' week.Comment
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Vincent: That's a bold statement.Comment
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Lance: This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is fucking dead as... dead. Heroin, it's coming back in a big fucking way.Comment
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Mia: I have to go powder my nose.Comment
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Jules: You sending the Wolf?Comment
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Marsellus Wallace: Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?Comment
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Jules: [relieved] Shit, negro, that's all you had to say.Comment
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The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?Comment
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Vincent: Redondo Beach.Comment
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Jules: Inglewood.Comment
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The Wolf: It's your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the styx gentlemen.Comment
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Mia: Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?Comment
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Vincent: We're lucky we got anything at all. I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter.Comment
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Jules: Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?Comment
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Brett: No.Comment
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Jules: Tell him, Vincent.Comment
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Vincent: Royale with cheese.Comment
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Jules: Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?Comment
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Brett: Because of the metric system?Comment
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Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherfucker.Comment
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Butch Coolidge: How was your breakfast?Comment
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Fabienne: It was good...Comment
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Butch Coolidge: Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes?Comment
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Fabienne: No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk - are you sure you're okay?Comment
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Butch Coolidge: Honey, since I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest fucking day of my life. Come on, hop on - I'll tell you all about it.Comment
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Jules: Uuummmm, this is a tasty burgerComment
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Jules: Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?Comment
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Waitress: "Garçon" means boy.Comment
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Vincent Vega: Douglas Sirk steak, and a vanilla Coke.Comment
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