Vincent, Pulp Fiction (John Travolta)
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)
Vincent, Pulp Fiction (John Travolta)
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