Pulp Fiction1994

[Butch has saved Marsellus, who was being raped by Zed]

Butch:
You okay?

Marsellus:
...Nah, man. I'm pretty f***ing far from okay.

[Zed, who had just been shot by Marsellus, screams and moans in agony]

Butch:
What now?

Marsellus:
What now? Let me tell you what now. Imma call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. [to Zed] You hear me talking, hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a goddamn sight. Imma get medieval on yo' ass.

Butch:
I meant, what now between me and you.

Marsellus:
Oh, that "what now." I tell you what now between me and you. There is no "me and you". Not no more.

Butch:
So we cool?

Marsellus:
Yeah, we cool. Two things: don't tell nobody about this. This sh*t is between me, you, and Mr. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now, and when you gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your LA privileges. Deal?

Butch:
Deal.

Marsellus:
Now get your ass out of here.