Because on a genuine flake and you know where I would be, right?

What it all comes down to is who's holding the umbrella.

My day.

What you want?

But I know what I can get it for you with a minimum of fuss.

Money, Jules.

A very big ball of string.

Your blood.

My blood I gave at the office.

I'm talking gallons of blood.

What can I do for you?

Sorry, Max.

Die for a die.

You know, just serving a life.

Just shut up.

You're going to jail.

Don't be.

No law doesn't apply to people like him or us wrong on both counts.