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Butch Coolidge: You okay?

Marsellus Wallace: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.

Butch Coolidge: What now?

Marsellus Wallace: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm a call a couple a hard pipe-hittin' niggas to go to work on the homes here, with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin' hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass!

Butch Coolidge: What about me and you?

Marsellus Wallace: Oh, that what now. I'll tell you what now between me and you. There is no me - and you. Not no more.

Butch Coolidge: So we cool?

Marsellus Wallace: Yeah, we cool.

Marsellus Wallace: Two things.

Marsellus Wallace: Don't tell nobody about this. This deal is between me, you...and soon to be living the rest of his short ass life in agonizing pain, rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business.

Marsellus Wallace: Two. You leave town tonight, right now. And when you gone, you stay gone. or you be gone! You lost all your LA privileges. Deal?

Butch Coolidge: Yeah.