Pulp Fiction (1994)

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Vincent: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.
Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!
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Jimmie: No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
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Marsellus: I've grasped that, Jules. All I'm doin' is contemplating the "ifs."
Jules: 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 calvary 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.
Jules: You're sendin' The Wolf?
Marsellus: Oh, you feel better, Motherfucker?
Jules: Sheeeit, Negro! That's all you had to say!
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The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Nine mintues and thirty-seven seconds later...
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The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?
Jimmie: Sure is.
The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
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The Wolf: So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
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Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now, right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, right, and you got me the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. That's all. I could blow.
Jules: Oh, you ready to blow? Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!
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Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.
The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
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The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?
Vincent: Redondo Beach.
Jules: Inglewood.
The Wolf: It's your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the sticks, gentlemen.
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My stupid dump ass laptop

is f%$ked up....

I think the problem could be from either the master board or the graphic card, since some coloured strips showed after starting it and even in the Bios.

You know, there is something in this world like if you get it with you, you feel just normal and don't feel anything else; but if you lose it, you feel like life is in hell. Laptop is abso-f%$king-lutely this kind of thing.

Dell...D620...

December

Got a hurried-my-ass-off report to submit before Friday, so I will be in short.

It is gonna be an engaged, lovely, surprise, dynamic, sweet and memorable December!