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 motherf**kin' house f**kin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherf**ker do that s**t to me, he better paralyze my ass cuz I'll kill the motherf**ker, know what I'm sayin'?
Vincent: I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so f**king cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, f**king Marsellus knew it, and Antwan should have f**king better known better. I mean, that's his f**king wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that s**t. You know what I'm saying?
Jules: That's an interesting point. Come on, let's get into character.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 9.5 / 10 • Permalink

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Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the f**k a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 8.3 / 10 • Permalink

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The Wolf: That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the f**k out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 2.0 / 10 • Permalink

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Vincent: Look, I'm not stupid. It's the Big Man's wife. I'm gonna sit across from her, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her f**king jokes, and that's it.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 6.0 / 10 • Permalink

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Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot f**kin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 8.7 / 10 • Permalink

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Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same f**kin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no f**kin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same f**kin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same f**kin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean s**t.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 10.0 / 10 • Permalink

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