#4. Foot Massage
JULES: You remember Antwan Rockamora? Half- black, half-Samoan. Used to call him Tony Rocky Horror.
VINCENT: Yeah maybe. Fat, right?
JULES: I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat. I mean he 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: Marsellus fucked him up good. And word around the campfire, it was on account of Marsellus Wallace's wife.
VINCENT: So what he'd do? Fuck her?
JULES: No, not that bad.
VINCENT: Well, then what then?
JULES: He gave her a foot massage.
VINCENT: A foot massage?
VINCENT: That's it?
JULES: Mm-hmm.
VINCENT: Then what did Marsellus do?
JULES: Sent a couple of cats over to his place. They took him out on his patio. Threw his ass over the balcony. Nigger fell four stories. He had a little garden at the bottom, enclosed in glass, like a greenhouse. Nigger fell through that. Since then, he's kinda developed a speech impediment.
VINCENT: That's a damn shame.
JULES: Hmm.
VINCENT: But still I have to say, you play with matches, you get burned.
JULES: What do you 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 the way he did, but he had to expect a reaction.
JULES: It was a foot massage, a foot massage is nothing. I'd give my mother a foot massage.
VINCENT: It's laying hands in a familiar way on Marsellus's new wife. I mean, is it as bad as eatin' her pussy out? No, but you're in the same fuckin' ballpark.
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: It's not. It is the same ballpark.
JULES: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now, look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holiest of hollies, it ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it 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 massage. I'm the foot fuckin' master.
VINCENT: You given a lot of 'em?
JULES: Shit yeah. Got my technique down and everythin. I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
VINCENT: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
JULES: Fuck you.
VINCENT: You give them a lot?
JULES: Fuck you.
VINCENT: I'm kind of tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
JULES: Yo, yo, yo, man, you best back off. I'm gettin' a little pissed here. This is the door.
VINCENT: Yes, it is.
JULES: What time you got?
VINCENT: Seven-twenty-two in the a.m.
JULES: No, it ain't quite time yet. Come on. Let's hang back.
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 motherfucking house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. That shit ain't right. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'd kill the motherfucker. You know, what I'm saying?
VINCENT: I'm not sayin' it's right, but you sayin' a massage don't mean nothing. I'm sayin' it does. Look, 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 where you don't talk about it, but you know it and she knows it. Fuckin' Marsellus knew it. And Antwan should have fuckin' better known better. That's his fuckin' wife, man. He ain't gonna have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm sayin'?
JULES: It's an interesting point. Come on. Let's get into character.
VINCENT: What's her name again?
JULES: Mia.
VINCENT: Mia.
JULES: Why you so interested in big man's wife?
VINCENT: He's goin' out of town, Florida. And he asked me if I'd take care of her while he's gone.
JULES: Take care of her?
VINCENT: Not that! Just take her out, you know. Show her a good time. Make sure she don't get lonely.
JULES: You're gonna be takin' Mia Wallace out on a date?
VINCENT: It is not a date. You know. It's just… It's like if you were gonna take your buddy's wife to a movie or somethin'. It's just good company, that's all.
VINCENT: It's not a date. It's definitely not a date.