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| I do believe Marsellus Wallace, MY husband, YOUR boss, told you to take me out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. | |
| What do we say to the god of death? Not today! | |
| What do you call a lawyer with an IQ of 60? Your honor | |
| You mean, let me understand this cause, you know maybe it's me, it's a little fucked up maybe, but I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? |