Saturday, September 8, 2012

Day 344 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

" I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so f-ing cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, f-ing Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have f-ing better known better. I mean, that's his f-ing wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm saying? "

Vincent, Pulp Fiction (John Travolta)

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