Jules: It was a foot massage. A foot massage means nothin'. I give my mother a foot massage.
Vincent: It's layin' your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus' new wife. Is it as bad as eatin' her pussy out? No. But it's the same fuckin' ballpark.
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: It's not... it's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but y'know, touching his wife's feet and stickin' your tounge in the holiest of holys ain't in the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: Don't be tellin' me about fuckin' foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' masta.
Vincent: You given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah... I got my technique down and everything. I don't be ticklin' or nothin'
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You give 'em alot?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You know, I'm kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Yo man, you just back off. I'm gettin' a little pissed here.
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