Shades of Pulp Fiction with actor Samuel L. Jackson
This man says the way it really is with the American Government and Obama!
From the Heart & Soul Brother!
WARNING: COARSE LANGUAGE!
Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same Ooopsey' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no Ooopsey' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same Ooopsey' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same Ooopsey' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean XXXX.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot Ooopsey' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules:XXXX 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 gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: XXXX you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: XXXX you.
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass Ooopsey' house, Ooopsey' up the way the nigger talks. Motherxxxxxx do that XXXX to me, he better paralyze my XXX, 'cause I'll kill the Motherxxxxxx, know what I'm sayin'?
Vincent: 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 Xxxxxxxx cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, Xxxxxxxx Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have Xxxxxxxx better known better. I mean, that's his Xxxxxxxx wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that XXXX. You know what I'm saying?
Jules: That's an interesting point. Come on, let's get into character.
This man says the way it really is with the American Government and Obama!
From the Heart & Soul Brother!
WARNING: COARSE LANGUAGE!
Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same Ooopsey' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no Ooopsey' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same Ooopsey' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same Ooopsey' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean XXXX.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot Ooopsey' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules:XXXX 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 gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: XXXX you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: XXXX you.
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass Ooopsey' house, Ooopsey' up the way the nigger talks. Motherxxxxxx do that XXXX to me, he better paralyze my XXX, 'cause I'll kill the Motherxxxxxx, know what I'm sayin'?
Vincent: 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 Xxxxxxxx cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, Xxxxxxxx Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have Xxxxxxxx better known better. I mean, that's his Xxxxxxxx wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that XXXX. You know what I'm saying?
Jules: That's an interesting point. Come on, let's get into character.
