-You okay? -Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay. -What now? -What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass. -I meant what now between me and you? -Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.

- Butch a Marsellus (Pulp Fiction)