Pulp Fiction

Jules: Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: Not the same thing, but it's the same ballpark.
Jules: It ain't no fuckin' ballpark either. Look maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' a lady's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holiest of holies, ain't the same fuckin ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.

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