Marsellus Wallace

No, we don't wanna "think". We wanna know.

— What now?
— What now? Well let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on homes here with a pair of pilers and a blow torch. Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on your ass.
— I meant what now, between me and you?
— Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell ya what now between me an' you. There is no me an' you. Not no more.
— So we're cool?
— Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I ask — two things I ask: Don't tell nobody about this. This shit's between me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you're gone, stay gone. You've lost your Los Angeles privileges. Deal?
— Deal.
— Get your ass outta here.

Now the night of the fight, you may fell a slight sting, that's pride fuckin' wit ya.