Jules: Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
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Vincent: Not the same thing, the same ballpark.Comment
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Jules: It ain't no fuckin' ballpark either. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holyiest of holies, ain't the same ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.Comment
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Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?Comment
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Jules: Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot fuckin' master.Comment
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Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?Comment
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Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be tickling or nothin'.Comment
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Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?Comment
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Jules: Fuck you.Comment
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JULES
Sent a couple of guys over to his
place. They took him out on the
patio of his apartment, threw his
ass over the balcony. hahahahahaha fell
four stories. They had this garden
at the bottom, enclosed in glass,
like one of them greenhouses --
hahahahahaha fell through that. Since
then, he's kinda developed a speech
impediment.
The elevator doors open, Jules and Vincent exit.Comment
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Vincent: You give them a lot?Comment
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Where is this from?Originally posted by FrankHolland
JULES
He gave her a foot massage.
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INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - MORNING 7.
STEADICAM in front of Jules and Vincent as they make a beeline
down the hall.Comment
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Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' pissed.Comment
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Jimmie: I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.Comment
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Yolanda: Any of you fuckin' pricks move, and I'll execute every mother fuckin' last one of ya.Comment
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Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?Comment
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Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?Comment
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VINCENT
Antwan probably didn't expect
Marsellus to react like he did, but
he had to expect a reaction.Comment
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Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.Comment
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JULES
It was a foot massage, a foot
massage is nothing, I give my
mother a foot massage.Comment
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Jules: Then what do they call it?Comment
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VINCENT
It's laying hands on Marsellus
Wallace's new wife in a familiar
way. Is it as bad as eatin' her
out -- no, but you're in the same
fuckin' ballpark.
Jules stops Vincent.Comment
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Vincent: They call it a "Royale" with cheese.Comment
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Jules: A "Royale" with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?Comment
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JULES
Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right
there. Eatin' a bitch out, and
givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't
even the same fuckin' thing.Comment
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Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "le Big-Mac".Comment
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Jules: "Le Big-Mac". Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?Comment
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Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.Comment
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JULES
It ain't no ballpark either. Look
maybe your method of massage
differs from mine, but touchin' his
lady's feet, and stickin' your
tongue in her holyiest of holyies,
ain't the same ballpark, ain't the
same league, ain't even the same
fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't
mean shit.Comment
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Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.Comment
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Vincent: How many up there?Comment
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Jules: Three or four.Comment
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Vincent: That's countin' our guy?Comment
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