Pulp Fiction
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:17:01
Go right ahead.
:17:11
[ Slurping, Sighs ]
:17:15
That hit the spot.
:17:18
You. Flock of Seagulls.
You know why we're here ?

:17:23
- Why don't you tell my man
Vince here where you got the shit hid.
- It's over--

:17:26
I don't remember askin' you
a goddamned thing !

:17:33
You were sayin' ?
:17:35
It's in the cupboard.
:17:40
N-No, the one
by your kn-knees.

:17:45
[ Pans Rattling ]
:17:50
[ Rattling Continues ]
:18:04
[ Hit Man ]
We happy ?

:18:06
Vincent ?
:18:09
- We happy ?
- Yeah, we happy.

:18:12
[ Sighs ]
:18:14
[ Brett ] Look, I'm sorry, uh, l--
I didn't get your name.

:18:18
I got yours. Vincent. Right ?
B-But I never got yours.

:18:22
- My name's Pitt, and your ass
ain't talkin' your way outta this shit.
- No, no, no.

:18:29
I just want you
to know how--

:18:34
I just want you to know how sorry we are
th-that things got so fucked up...

:18:38
with us and Mr. Wallace.
:18:40
W-We got into this thing with
the best intentions. Really. I never--

:18:44
Oh, I'm sorry,
did I break your concentration ?

:18:48
- [ Gasping ]
- I didn't mean to do that. Please.

:18:51
Continue. You were saying something
about "best intentions."

:18:57
What's the matter ?
Oh, you were finished !


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