Samuel L. Jackson Ipsum

After the avalanche, it took us a week to climb out. and most times they're friends, like you and me! i should've known way back when... and only five made it out. and you must think you're in a toy store, because you're here shopping for an infant named jeb. and you will know my name is the lord when i lay my vengeance upon thee. because of the kids. besides, i've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass. do you see a little asian child with a blank expression on his face sitting outside on a mechanical helicopter that shakes when you put quarters in it? like they're actually proud of that shit. look, just because i don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for marsellus to throw antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause i'll kill the motherfucker, know what i'm sayin'? now that there is the tec-9, a crappy spray gun from south miami. now that we know who you are, i know who i am. that's also clear. that's clear. the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. then they show that show to the people who make shows, and on the strength of that one show they decide if they're going to make more shows. this gun is advertised as the most popular gun in american crime. we get some in our lungs, we drown. we said we'd say it was the snow that killed the other two, but it wasn't. well, that's what you see at a toy store. well, the way they make shows is, they make one show. you don't get sick, i do. you know why, david? you listen: we go in there, and that nigga winston or anybody else is in there, you the first motherfucker to get shot. you should see ice. you think water moves fast?.