Vincent Vega: Anton probably didn't expect Marsellus to react the way he did, but he had to expect a reaction.
Jules Winnfield: It was a foot massage. A foot massage is nothing. I give my mother a foot massage.
Vincent Vega: It's laying your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus' new wife. Is it as bad as eating her pussy out? No, but it's the same fu**ing ballpark.
Jules Winnfield: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. Eating the bitch out and giving the bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fu**ing thing.
Vincent Vega: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules Winnfield: Ain't no fu**ing ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but you know, touchin' his wife's feet and sticking your tongue and the holiest of holies ain't "the same fu**ing ballpark." It ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fu**ing sport. Look, foot massages don't mean sh**.
Vincent Vega: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules Winnfield: Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fu**ing master.
Vincent Vega: You've given a lot of them?
Jules Winnfield: Sh** yeah. Got my technique down and everything. I don't be tickling or nothing.
Vincent Vega: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
Jules Winnfield: Fu** you.