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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 [censored]' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark. Jules: Ain't no [censored]' 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 [censored]' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same [censored]' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean [censored]. Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage? Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot [censored]' master. Vincent: Given a lot of 'em? Jules: [censored] yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage? [Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up] Jules: [censored] you. Vincent: You give them a lot? Jules: [censored] you. Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself. Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here. |
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