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: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it. Butch
: In the fifth, my ass goes down.
: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't.
[after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists
: You okay? Marsellus
: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay. Butch
: What now? Marsellus
: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass. Butch
: I meant what now between me and you? Marsellus
: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
: [right before Butch purposely runs into him with a car
: So we cool? Marsellus
: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal? Butch
: Deal. Marsellus
: Get your ass out of here.
[Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive
: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
: I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger waiting in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.
: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry which should be coming directly. Marsellus
: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.
: [Butch runs into Maynard's pawn shop being chased by Marsellus
] Can I help you with somethin'? Butch
: Shut the fuck up! Maynard
: Hey you just wait a god damn minute now! What the fuck you up to? Butch
: [Marsellus enters, Butch wrestle him to the floor then starts to punch him
] Come here motherfucker! Feel that sting, big boy? That's pride fucking with you! Gotta fight through that shit! Marsellus
: You better kill me! Butch
: [Brings up a gun
] Yeah, somebody gonna get killed. SOMEBODY GONNA GET THEIR FUCKING HEAD BLOWN OFF! Maynard
: [Points a shotgun at them
] Hold it right there, goddammit! Butch
: It's none of your business, mister! Maynard
: I'm making it my business. Toss the weapon. Butch
: You don't understand, man! Maynard
: Toss the weapon. Maynard
: [Butch throws the gun away
] Get yer foot of the nigger, put yer hands behind yer head and spproach the counter right now. Maynard
: [Hits Butch with the shotgun then makes a call
] Zed? It's Maynard. Yeah, spider just caught a couple of flies.