How Pulp Fiction Should Have Ended

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 * Mars: Ok, you're giving her a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. She's got this breast plate you've gotta pierce through that. So what you gotta do is... You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
 * Vincent: Okay, okay. Here we go! One... Two... Three!
 * All: Noooo!!
 * Mars: What are you doing, man?
 * Vincent: Oh, man.
 * Mars: That's not where we talked about at all.
 * Vincent: I stabbed Mia Wallace in the face.
 * Mars: Ahhhhhh! I'm so high.
 * Woman: (Laughs)
 * Guy: Tonight's the night, Butchy boy. Better pack your bag for when you leave the country. Hmm... should I pack this most precious watch of mine now? Or should I entrust my ditzy girlfriend to do it for me while I'm throwing my boxing match?
 * Girl: I want to eat blueberry pancakes and grow a potbelly.
 * Guy: I mean what if she forgot it and I had to go back for it the next day? What's the worst that could happen? Oooh. Yeah I'm packing this myself. In fact... Humph. I'm contuniung the tradition, baby!
 * Jules: And you will know... my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
 * Guy: Ahhhhhhhh!!!
 * Guy 2: Die!!
 * Marvin: Wooo!! I'm alive! Haha! Marvin lives! Yeah!! I'm gonna take this golden briefcase... straight the pawn shop.
 * Honey: Nobody ever robs restrutants.
 * Pumpkin: I bet you'd cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. I'm ready, let's do it. Right now, right here.
 * Honey: Just like last time.
 * Pumpkin: I love you, honey bunny. Everyone be cool. This is a robbery.
 * Honey: Any of you--
 * Batman: (Coughs)
 * Superman: Hi... Don't even.
 * Honey: (Sighs) So much for the hero factor.