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?