JULES
It was a foot massage, a foot
massage is nothing, I give my
mother a foot massage.
VINCENT
It's laying hands on Marsellus
Wallace's new wife in a familiar
way. Is it as bad as eatin' her
out -- no, but you're in the same
fuckin' ballpark.
Jules stops Vincent.
JULES
Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right
there. Eatin' a bitch out, and
givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't
even the same fuckin' thing.
VINCENT
Not the same thing, the same
ballpark.
JULES
It ain't no ballpark either. Look
maybe your method of massage
differs from mine, but touchin' his
lady's feet, and stickin' your
tongue in her holyiest of holyies,
ain't the same ballpark, ain't the
same league, ain't even the same
fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't
mean sh1t.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a foot massage?
JULES
Don't be tellin' me about foot
massages -- I'm the fuckin' foot
master.
VINCENT
Given a lot of 'em?
JULES
Sh1t yeah. I got my technique down
man, I don't tickle or nothin'.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a guy a foot
massage?
Jules looks at him a long moment -- he's been set up.
JULES
F*ck you.
He starts walking down the hall. Vincent, smiling, walks a
little bit behind.
VINCENT
How many?
JULES
F*ck you.
VINCENT
Would you give me a foot massage --
I'm kinda tired.
JULES
Man, you best back off, I'm gittin'
pissed -- this is the door.
The two men stand in front of the door numbered "49." They
whisper.
JULES
What time is it?
VINCENT
(checking his watch)
Seven-twenty-two in the morning.
JULES
It ain't quite time, let's hang
back.
They move a little away from the door, facing each other,
still whispering.
JULES
Look, just because I wouldn't give
no man a foot massage, don't make
it right for Marsellus to throw
Antwan off a building into a glass-
motherfuckin-house, fuckin' up the
way the nigger talks. That ain't
right, man. Motherfucker do that
to me, he better paralyze my ass,
'cause I'd kill'a motherfucker.
VINCENT
I'm not sayin' he was right, but
you're sayin' a foot massage don't
mean nothing, and I'm sayin' it
does. I've given a million ladies
a million foot massages and they
all meant somethin'. We act like
they don't, but they do. That's
what's so fuckin' cool about 'em.
This sensual thing's goin' on that
nobody's talkin about, but you know
it and she knows it, fuckin'
Marsellus knew it, and Antwan
shoulda known fuckin' better.
That's his fuckin' wife, man. He
ain't gonna have a sense of humor
about that sh1t

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