They're insured. Why should they give a fuck? I don't even need a gun in a Federal bank.

Heard about this one bloke, he walks into a bank with a portable phone.

He gives the phone to a teller. The bloke on the other end says,

"We got this guy's little girl. If you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her."

- Did it work? - Fuckin' right it worked. That's what I'm talkin' about.

Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone. Not a pistol, not a shotgun, a fuckin' phone.

- Cleans the place out. They don't lift a fuckin' finger. - Did they hurt the little girl?

There probably never was a little girl. The point of the story isn't a little girl.

The point of the story is they robbed a bank with a telephone.

- You want to rob banks? - I'm not saying I wanna rob banks.

I'm illustrating if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing.

-No more liquor stores? -What've we been talkin' about? Yeah, no more liquor stores.

Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be. There's too many foreigners own liquor stores.

Vietnamese, Koreans, don't even speak fuckin' English.

Half-black, half-Samoan. Used to call him "Tony Rocky Horror."

- Yeah, maybe. Fat, right? - I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat.

I mean, he got a weight problem. What's a nigger gonna do? He's Samoan.

- I think I know who you mean. What about him? - Marsellus fucked him up good.

Word 'round the campfire is it was on account of Marsellus Wallace's wife.

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