The debate on the merits of Kill Bill lazily, ennui-edly stumbles on in offices where slobs are forced to work on Columbus Day:

"My favorite moment of Kill Bill did not occur until the very end. It was just as the credits began to roll, when the gentleman in front of me hurled a large cup of Pepsi at the screen and shouted, 'That movie ate a dick sandwich with a side of balls! Fucking fuck you, Tarantino!'"
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