from pulp fiction
BUTCH
You okay?
MARSELLUS
Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far
from okay!
Long pause.
BUTCH
What now?
MARSELLUS
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
pliers and a blow torch.
(to Zed)
Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I
ain't through with you by a damn
sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on
your ass.
BUTCH
I meant what now, between me and
you?
MARSELLUS
Oh, that what now? Well, let me
tell ya what now between me an'
you. There is no me an' you. Not
no more.
BUTCH
So we're cool?
MARSELLUS
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?
BUTCH
Deal.