Marsellus:
I think you gonna find... when all this shit is over and done... I think you're gonna find yourself one smilin' motherfucker. The thing is, Butch, right now... you got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don't last. And your days are just about over. Now, that's a hard motherfuckin' fact of life. But that's a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about. You see, this business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to Vinegar... it does. If you mean it gets better with age... it don't. Besides, Butch, how many fights you think you got in you anyway? Hm? Two? Boxers don't have an old-timers' day. You came close, but you never made it. And if you were gonna make it, you would have made it before now.
[handles Butch an envelope with money]
Butch:
[stretches out his hand for the envelope]
Marsellus:
[pulls the envelope back]
You my nigger?
Butch:
Certainly appears so.
[grabs the envelope, waits for Marsellus to release it and hides it bosom]
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