Vincent and Jules walk through the reception area and wait for the elevator.

JULES
You remember Antwan Rockamora? Half-black, half-Samoan, usta call him Tony Rocky Horror.

VINCENT
Yeah maybe, fat right?

JULES
I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat. He's got a weight problem. What's the nigger gonna do, he's Samoan.

VINCENT
I think I know who you mean, what about him?

JULES
Well, Marsellus fucked his ass up good. And word around the campfire, it was on account of Marsellus Wallace's wife.

The elevator arrives, the men step inside.

6. INT. ELEVATOR - MORNING 6.

VINCENT
What'd he do, fuck her?

JULES
No no no no no no no, nothin' that bad.

VINCENT
Well what then?

JULES
He gave her a foot massage.

VINCENT
A foot massage?

Jules
nods his head: "Yes."

VINCENT
That's all?

Jules nods his head:"Yes."

VINCENT
What did Marsellus do?

JULES
Sent a couple of guys over to his place. They took him out on the patio of his apartment, threw his ass over the balcony. Nigger fell four stories. They had this garden at the bottom, enclosed in glass, like one of them greenhouses -- nigger fell through that. Since then, he's kinda developed a speech impediment.

The elevator doors open, Jules and Vincent exit.

VINCENT
That's a damn shame.

7. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - MORNING 7.

STEADICAM in front of Jules and Vincent as they make a beeline down the hall.

VINCENT
Still I hafta say, play with matches, ya get burned.

JULES
Whaddya mean?

VINCENT
You don't be givin' Marsellus Wallace's new bride a foot massage.

JULES
You don't think he overreacted?

VINCENT
Antwan probably didn't expect Marsellus to react like he did, but he had to expect a reaction.

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 shit.

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
Shit 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
Fuck you.

He starts walking down the hall. Vincent, smiling, walks a little bit behind.

VINCENT
How many?

JULES
Fuck 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 shit.

JULES
That's an interesting point, but let's get into character.

VINCENT
What's her name again?

JULES
Mia. Why you so interested in big man's wife?

VINCENT
Well, Marsellus is leavin' for Florida and when he's gone, he wants me to take care of Mia.

JULES
Take care of her?

Making a gun out of his finger and placing it to his head.

VINCENT
Not that! Take her out. Show her a good time. Don't let her get lonely.

JULES
You're gonna be takin' Mia Wallace out on a date?

VINCENT
It ain't a date. It's like when you and your buddy's wife go to a movie or somethin'. It's just... you know...good company.

Jules just looks at him.

VINCENT
It's not a date.

Jules just looks at him.

VINCENT
I'm not gonna be a bad boy.

Jules shakes his head and mumbles to himself.

JULES
Bitch gonna kill more niggers than time.

VINCENT
What was that?

JULES
Nothin'. Let's get into character.

VINCENT
What'd you say?

JULES
I didn't say shit. Let's go to work.

VINCENT
Don't play with me, you said somethin', now what was it?

JULES
(referring to the job) Do you wanna do this?

VINCENT
I want you to repeat what you said.

JULES
That door's gonna open in about thirty seconds, so git yourself together --

VINCENT
-- my self is together --

JULES
-- bullshit it is. Stop thinkin' 'bout that Ho, and get yourself together like a qualified pro...........
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...and the dialog of Vincent with BigBoss's wife