Friday, April 24, 2009

I feel like giving a foot massage.
Any takers?
I'm quite an expert.
A lot of people can vouch for that.
And I promise not to go any higher than the ankle.
Age, no bar. Sex, no bar.
Anyone?

First we'll use hot water to wash and a soft towel to wipe the feet.
Then we can pick from a variety of perfumed oils to suit your tastes.
I do not use instruments. My hands are my only instruments.
And you can choose between half hour and one hour sessions.
Yeah?

PS: And do not suspect my intentions. I really like giving foot massages!

Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit 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 gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
- Pulp Fiction (1994)

2 comments:

Jan said...

That would be lovely! Unfortunately the small matter of a couple of thousand kilometres prevents :P

N said...

Ah. Tough Luck.
Next time you are in town then!