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Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino, 1994. You have a corpse in a car, minus a head, in the garage. Take me to it. Oh man, I just shot Marvin in the face. Jules: Oh, man. I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit. Vincent: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he is wrong, he is immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings? Have you ever heard that? Jules: Get the fuck out my face with that shit. The motherfucker said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass. Vincent: I've got a threshold Jules. I've got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now right now I'm a fuckin' race car, alright? And you got me in the red. And I'm just saying, I'm just saying that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red, that's all. I could blow. Jules: Oh, oh, you ready to blow? Vincent: Yeah, I'm ready to blow. Jules: Well, I'm a mushroom cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm "SUPERFLY TNT." I'm "THE GUNS OF THE NAVARONE." In fact, what the fuck am I doing in the back? You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail. We're fucking switching. I'm washing the windows and you're picking up this nigger's skull. Vincent: A please would be nice. The Wolf: Come again? Vincent: I said a please would be nice. The Wolf: Get it straight, Buster. I'm not here to say please. I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, you better fuckin' do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help's not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen. Jules: No no Mr. Wolfe, it's not like that. Your help is definitely appreciated. Vincent: Look Mr Wolfe, I respect you. I just don't like people barking orders at me, that's all. The Wolf: If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you two guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So, pretty please, with sugar on top... clean the fuckin' car! Now I drive real fuckin' fast, so keep up. If I get my car back any different than I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies. We gotta get this car off the road! You know, cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fuckin' blood.
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