Jules: "It was a foot massage. A foot massage means nothin'. I give my mother a foot massage."
Vincent: "It's layin' your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus' new wife. Is it as bad as eatin' her pussy out? No. But it's the same bleepin' ballpark."
Jules: "Whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same bleepin' thing."
Vincent: "It's not... it's the same ballpark."
Jules: "Ain't no bleepin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but y'know, touching his wife's feet and stickin' your tounge in the holiest of holys ain't in the same bleepin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same bleepin' sport. Foot massages don't mean bleep."
Vincent: "Have you ever given a foot massage?"
Jules: "Don't be tellin' me about bleepin' foot massages. I'm the foot bleepin' masta."
Vincent: "You given a lot of 'em?"
Jules: "bleep yeah... I got my technique down and everything. I don't be ticklin' or nothin'"
Vincent: "Would you give a guy a foot massage?"
Jules: "bleep you."
Vincent: "You give 'em alot?"
Jules: "bleep you."
Vincent: "You know, I'm kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself."
Jules: "Yo man, you just back off. I'm gettin' a little pissed here."