Pulp Fiction
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:10:02
West Wharf? 6:30?
:10:04
Best fried clams in the state?
It's right on your way back.

:10:08
Sure. Okay.
:10:11
- That'd be nice.
- All right.

:10:15
So you got here.
You opened your purse.

:10:18
Coffee, candy and aspirin,
you're juggling it all around.

:10:23
And that's when...
:10:31
...you dropped your keys.
:10:34
It's just luck, is all.
:10:40
Thank you.
:10:51
- West Wharf, right? Half past six?
- You got it.

:11:07
Another fuckarow.
:11:51
- Jones.
- How are you doing?

:11:54
- Hey, Beaver. Same shit, different day.
- Same shit, different day.

:11:59
- Wanna talk?
- No, you're trying to get home.


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