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Quentin Tarantino BIO » 1 sources by this author »Quentin Tarantino (born March 27, 1963 in Knoxville, Tennessee) is an American screenwriter, film director and actor who rapidly rose to fame in the early 1990s as a fresh and gritty storyteller who brought new life to the most familiar American archetypes. hide 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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