Pulp Fiction
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:15:02
- Got blown last night.
- Good for you.

:15:06
- First time?
- Bite my bag.

:15:11
Met some lady at bingo, went back
to her place, turned into a nice fuckaree.

:15:15
- As opposed to a fuckarow.
- Obviously.

:15:18
Though I've had perfectly good fuckarees
turn into fuckarows in a flash.

:15:23
- Try Viagra.
- Viagra?

:15:25
I'm practically
at full salute all day.

:15:28
I'm... What do you call it?
Privatic?

:15:32
Prag... Prasmatic?
Henry will know.

:15:35
- You're thinking of fourth grade.
- You're having wood problems?

:15:38
- You haven't tried it, have you?
- Hell, no!

:15:40
Drop that little blue bomb, you're hard
as a Louisville Slugger for 12 hours.

:15:46
Twelve hours?
:15:48
I'm talking Yastrzemski.
You don't have to need it to love it.

:15:52
Bingo? Did you say bingo,
like the game in church basements?

:15:56
- There's trim there.
- Beaver!

:16:00
I thought my deal was pathetic.
:16:08
- You just watch. That's your job.
- I'm fine.

:16:14
H, you been thinking
about Duddits more than usual?

:16:20
Remember we were gonna
go see him that weekend?

:16:22
- I remember.
- Then I got hit.

:16:31
I gotta tell you something weird.
:16:33
The night I got hit, I was standing there
and across the street, I saw Duddits.

:16:39
Just like he was that day
we first saw him back in Derry.

:16:43
He was calling out for help
and everyone was ignoring him.

:16:46
Then he looked over at me.
He looked directly at me.

:16:50
And he motioned for me
to come to him.


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