"I do believe Marcellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out do whatever I wanted. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.”
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It’s the one that says Bad Motherfucker
I don’t need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is
A Royale with cheese
Don’t you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?
English mother fucker do you speak it?
I was sitting here, eating my muffin and drinking my coffee
I’m American,honey. Our names don’t mean shit
It’s unfortunate that what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Well we’d have to be talkin’ about one charming motherfuckin’ pig
That’s when you know you found somebody really special
The streets are filled with regret.