"you okay?"
<br>"naw, im pretty fucking far from being okay"
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<br>The Wolf: Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't've planned this better. You guys look like...what do they look like, Jimmie?
<br>Jimme: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.
<br>Jules: Ha ha ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.
<br>Jimme: I guess you just gotta know how to wear them.
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<br>Jules: Oh! Fuck's happening!
<br>Vincent Vega: Man, I shot Marvin in the face.
<br>Jules: Why the fuck did you do that! Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time!
<br>Vincent Vega: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.
<br>Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump.
<br>Vincent Vega: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch! The gun went off. I don't know why
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<br>Jimmie: Now let me ask you a question, Jules. When you drove in here, did you notice a sign out in front that said, 'Dead nigger storage'?
<br>Jules: Jimmie....
<br>Jimmie: Answer the question! Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said 'Dead nigger storage'?
<br>Jules: Naw man, I didn't.
<br>Jimmie: You know why you didn't see that sign?
<br>Jules: Why?
<br>Jimmie: 'Cause storin' dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business!
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