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1:50:01
- What about our bags ?
- Fuck the bags; if we don't split
right now, we'll miss the train.

1:50:04
- I'll be downstairs.
- Is everything well ?

1:50:06
- Just come on ! No talking now !
- Are we in danger ?

1:50:10
[ Groaning Continues ]
1:50:14
Come on, honey !
1:50:18
Where did you get
this motorcycle ?

1:50:20
- It's not a motorcycle, baby.
It's a chopper. Let's go.
- What happened to my Honda ?

1:50:25
I'm sorry, baby,
I had to crash that Honda.
Will you come on now, please ?

1:50:29
Come on. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

1:50:36
- You're hurt ?
- No, no, I might've broken
my nose. It's no biggie.

1:50:39
Come on. Hop on.
Baby, please, we--

1:50:42
Honey, we gotta hit
the fuckin' road ! Get on !

1:50:47
- Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
Come here, come here.
- [ Weeping Quietly ]

1:50:50
I'm sorry. Mmm.
1:50:52
- I'm so sorry.
- You were gone so long, I started
to think dreadful thoughts.

1:50:56
I didn't mean to worry you.
Everything's fine.

1:50:59
- How was your breakfast ?
- It was good.

1:51:01
Did you get
the blueberry pancakes ?

1:51:03
They didn't have blueberry; I had to get
buttermilk. Are you sure you're okay ?

1:51:07
Since I left you,
this has been, without a doubt,

1:51:10
the single weirdest
fuckin' day of my life--
I'll tell you all about it.

1:51:13
Gotta go. Come on.
1:51:15
Butch, whose motorcycle
is this ?

1:51:18
- It's a chopper, baby.
- Whose chopper is this ?

1:51:21
- Zed's.
- Who's Zed ?

1:51:23
Zed's dead, baby.
Zed's dead.

1:51:26
[ Engine Starts ]
1:51:42
[ Jules ]
Yes, you did, Brett !

1:51:44
You tried to fuck him,
and Marsellus Wallace
don't liked to be fucked...

1:51:48
by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
1:51:50
- Oh, God, please. I don't wanna die.
- You read the Bible, Brett ?

1:51:53
- [ Whimpering ] Yes !
- Well, there's this passage
I got memorized.

1:51:57
Sorta fits the occasion.
1:51:59
Ezekiel 25:17.

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