Pulp Fiction Quotes

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List of quotes to use from shows and movies

I love coming up with cheesy quotes from shows and movies to put in cards and emails. Life goes so quick but it is still a good idea to put together a nice quotes list. Here are some Pulp Fiction quotes items I have now:

Butch:
Will you hand me a towel, tulip?

Fabienne:
Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.

Marsellus:
In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it.

Butch:
In the fifth, my ass goes down.

Jules:
What time you got?

Vincent:
Seven twenty-two in the A.M.

Jules Winnfield: What country you from?

Brett: what?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What!?

Jules Winnfield: English, Motherfucker! Do you speak it?!?

Jules Winnfield: English, Motherfucker! Do you speak it?

Vincent Vega: It's not the same, it's the same ballpark.

Jules Winnfield: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark, neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but you know, touchin' his wife's feet and stickin' yer tongue in the holiest of holies ain't the same fuckin' ballpark. It ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport.

Jules Winnfield: [after he shoots Flock of Seagulls] Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

Pumpkin: (pulls out a gun) Everyone stay cool. This is a robbery!

Pumpkin: [pulls out a gun] Everyone stay cool. This is a robbery!

Honey Bunny: (pulls out a gun) ANYONE OF YOU FUCKING PRICKS MOVE AND I'LL EXECUTE EVERY LAST FUCKING ONE OF YOU

Honey Bunny: [pulls out a gun] ANYONE OF YOU FUCKING PRICKS MOVE AND I'LL EXECUTE EVERY LAST FUCKING ONE OF YOU!

Vincent Vega: Thats a pretty fuckin good milkshake...I don't know if I'd pay $5 for it but thats pretty fuckin good.

Zed: Well, bring out the Gimp.

Maynard: I think the Gimp is sleeping.

Zed: Well I guess you just have to go wake him up now, won't you?

Mia:
I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.

The Wolf:
That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Jules:
Normally, both your asses would be dead as f***ing fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.

Jules:
Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.

Jules:
Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same f***in' thing.

Vincent:
Not the same thing, the same ballpark.

Jules:
It ain't no f***in' ballpark either. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holyiest of holies, ain't the same ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same f***in' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.

Vincent:
Have you ever given a foot massage?

Jules:
Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot f***in' master.

Vincent:
Given a lot of 'em?

Jules:
Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be tickling or nothin'.

Vincent:
Would you give a guy a foot massage?

Jules:
F*** you.

Vincent:
You give them a lot?

Jules:
F*** you.

Vincent:
You know, I'm getting kinda tired, I could use a foot massage.

Jules:
Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' pissed.

Jimmie:
I'm gonna get f***in' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get f***in' divorced.

Vincent:
I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so f***ing cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, f***ing Marsellus knew it, and Antoine should have f***ing better known better. I mean, tht's his f***ing wife, man, he can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm saying?

Jules:
That's an interesting point.

Jules:
Come on, let's get into character.

Jules:
Well, the way they make shows is, they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that show to the people who make shows, and on the strength of that one show they decide if they're going to make more shows. Some pilots get picked and become television programs. Some don't, become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.

The Wolf:
You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?

Jimmie:
Sure is.

The Wolf:
I'm Winston Wolf. I solve problems.

Jimmie:
Good, we got one.

The Wolf:
So I heard. May I come in?

Jimmie:
Uh, yeah, please do.

Paul:
So, I hear you're taking Mia out.

Vincent:
At Marsellus's request.

Paul:
You met Mia yet?

Vincent:
No.

Vincent:
What's so f***ing funny?

Jules:
I gotta piss.

Vincent:
Look, I'm not stupid. It's the Big Man's wife. I'm gonna sit across from her, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her f***ing jokes, and that's it.

Marsellus:
You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherf***ers. Motherf***ers 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.

Yolanda:
This place? A coffee shop?

Pumpkin:
Why not? Nobody ever robs restaurants. Bars, liquor stores, gas stations... you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They're not expecting to get robbed. Not as expectant anyway.

Yolanda:
I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this.

Pumpkin:
Right, just like banks, these places are insured. Manager? He don't give a f***. He just wants to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? F***ing forget it! No way they're taking a bullet for the register. Busboys? Some wetback getting paid a dollar-fifty an hour, really give a f*** you're stealing from the owner? See, I got the idea, last liquor store we held up, all the customers kept coming in?

Yolanda:
Yeah.

Pumpkin:
And you got the idea of taking their wallets. Now that was a good idea.

Yolanda:
Thank you.

Pumpkin:
Made more from the wallets than we did from the register.

Yolanda:
Yes, we did.

Pumpkin:
A lot of customers come into a restaurant.

Yolanda:
A lot of wallets.

Pumpkin:
Pretty smart, eh?

Yolanda:
Pretty smart.

The Wolf:
Now boys, listen up. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a f***ing thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?

Jules:
Nobody does a f***ing thing unless.

The Wolf:
Unless what?

Jules:
Unless you do it first.

The Wolf:
Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? Can you keep your spurs from jingling and jangling?

Vincent:
Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don't know why, and now you're helping us out of the situation. I'm cool with it, all right?

The Wolf:
Fair enough. Now I drive real f***ing fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently that when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.

Vincent:
And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules:
They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?

Vincent:
No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the f*** a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules:
Then what do they call it?

Vincent:
They call it a Royale with cheese.

Jules:
A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent:
Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.

Jules:
Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent:
I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

Jules:
We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.

Vincent:
How many up there?

Jules:
Three or four.

Vincent:
That's countin' our guy?

Jules:
Not sure.

Vincent:
So that means there could be up to five guys up there?

Jules:
It's possible.

Vincent:
We should have f***in' shotguns.

Butch:
So we cool?

Marsellus:
Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain-rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?

Butch:
Deal.

Marsellus:
Get your ass out of here.

Vincent Vega: They call it a "Royale with Cheese."

Vincent:
That's a pretty f***ing good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty f***ing good.

Marsellus:
The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride f***ing with you. F*** pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.

Jules:
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Vincent Vega: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I dont know if it was worth five dollars but thats pretty fucking good.

Jimmie Dimmick: If Bonnie comes home, and finds a dead body here i'm gonna get divorced. Ok, No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fucking divorced.

Vincent Vega: You mean I gotta stab her three times?

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Butch:
What're you looking at, friend?

Vincent:
I ain't your friend, palooka.

Butch:
What did you say?

Vincent:
I think you heard me just fine, punchy.

Mia:
Don't you hate that?

Vincent:
What?

Mia:
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

Vincent:
I don't know. That's a good question.

Mia:
That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the f*** up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Lance:
You're going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she's got, uh, breastplates...

Lance:
You've got to pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.

Vincent:
I-I gotta stab her three times?

Lance:
No, you don't gotta f***ing stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it's gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger.

Vincent:
What happens after that?

Lance:
I'm kinda curious about that myself.

Marsellus:
I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherf***er. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a n*gger waiting in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.

Butch:
I think I have a broken rib.

Fabienne:
From giving me oral pleasure?

Fabienne:
Whose motorcycle is this?

Butch:
It's a chopper, baby.

Fabienne:
Whose chopper is this?

Butch:
It's Zed's.

Fabienne:
Who's Zed?

Butch:
Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Captain Koons:
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

Esmeralda:
What is your name?

Butch:
Butch.

Esmeralda:
What does it mean?

Butch:
I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.

Vincent:
Whoa!

Jules:
What the f***'s happening, man? Ah, shit man!

Vincent:
Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules:
Why the f*** did you do that!

Vincent:
Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!

Jules:
Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time...

Vincent:
Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.

Jules:
Hey, the car didn't hit no motherf***ing bump.

Vincent:
Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.

Jules:
Well look at this f***ing mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!

Vincent:
I don't believe it.

Jules:
Well believe it now, motherf***er! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in f***ing blood.

Vincent:
Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.

Jules:
This in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.

Vincent:
Well Jules this ain't my f***ing town, man!

Jules:
Shit!

Vincent:
What you doin'?

Jules:
I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.

Vincent:
Where's Toluca Lake?

Jules:
It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the f*** we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. Hey Jimmie, yo, how you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious f***ing shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.

Vincent:
Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here?

Lance:
Hey, mi casa su casa.

Lance:
Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!

Jules:
I don't wanna hear about no motherf***in' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf***er. Go back in there, chill them n*ggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.

Marsellus:
You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf***er. Go back in there, chill them n*ggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.

The Wolf:
Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.

Vincent:
A please would be nice.

The Wolf:
What?

Vincent:
I said a please would be nice.

The Wolf:
Get it straight, gentlemen: I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct that you possess, you'd better do it and do it quick. If my help's not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen.

Jules:
No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that...

Vincent:
I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.

The Wolf:
If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor here. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So, pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the f***ing car.

Jimmie:
I can't believe this is the same car.

The Wolf:
Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks just yet.

Vincent:
Jules, if you give that f***in' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.

Jules Winnfield: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: (overturns table) What country are you from?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What"?!

Jules Winnfield: Oh you ready to blow? Well I'm a mushroom cloud laying mother fucker, mother fucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm super-sly TNT. I'm the guns of the naveron. IN FACT... WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN THE BACK? You the mother fucker who should be on brain detail... We fucking switching. I'm washing the windows, and you picking up this nigger's skull.

Mia Wallace: Don't you hate that?

Vincent Vega: Hate what?

Mia Wallace: Uncomfortable silences.

Vincent:
Want some bacon?

Jules:
No man, I don't eat pork.

Vincent:
Are you Jewish?

Jules:
Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.

Vincent:
Why not?

Jules:
Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.

Vincent:
Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.

Jules:
Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherf***er. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own faeces.

Vincent:
How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.

Jules:
I don't eat dog either.

Vincent:
Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?

Jules:
I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.

Vincent:
Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?

Jules:
Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherf***in' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?

Jules:
Oh man, I will never forgive yo ass for this. This is some f***ed-up, repugnant shit.

Vincent:
Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he's wrong, then he's automatically forgiven of that wrongdoing?

Jules:
Man, get out of my face with that shit. The motherf***er who said that never had to pick up itty bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.

Maynard:
Nobody kills anybody in my place of business except me or Zed.

Jules:
F***, n*gger, what did you do to his towel?

Vincent:
I was dryin' my hands.

Jules:
You're supposed to wash 'em first.

Vincent:
You watched me wash 'em.

Jules:
I watched you get 'em wet.

Vincent:
I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.

Jules:
I used the same f***in' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no god-damn Maxi-Pad.

Mia:
I said God Damn... God Damn.

Jules:
If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.

The Wolf:
You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie?

Jimmie:
Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.

Jules:
Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherf***er.

Lance:
Look, you brought her here, and that means that you're giving her the shot. The day that I bring an OD-ing bitch over to your house, then I'll give her the shot. Give her the shot.

The Wolf:
You see that, young lady? Respect. Respect for one's elders gives character.

Raquel:
I have character.

The Wolf:
Just because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character.

Butch:
That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.

Zed:
Bring out the Gimp.

Maynard:
But the Gimp's sleeping.

Zed:
Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?

Jules:
Hey, that's Kool and the Gang.

Vincent:
I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse I'll take. And right now I'm a race car and you got me in the red. I'm just saying that it's f***in' dangerous to have a racecar in the f***in' red. It could blow.

Jules:
Oh, you're gettin' ready to blow?

Vincent:
I could blow.

Jules:
Well I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherf***er, motherf***er! Every time my fingers touch brain I'm SUPERFLY T.N.T, I'm the GUNS OF THE NAVARONE. In fact, what the f*** am I doin' in the back? You're the motherf***er should be on brain detail. We're f***in' switchin' right now. I'm washin' the windows and you're pickin' up this n*gger's skull.

Fabienne:
Where's my Honda?

Butch:
Sorry baby but I had to crash that Honda.

Jules:
You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?

Vincent:
Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?

Jules:
I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What's the n*gger gonna do? He's Samoan.

Esmeralda:
So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in.

Trudi:
You know how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they?

Jody:
Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercings, sixteen places on my body, all of them done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple on my left breast, one through my right nostril, one through my left eyebrow, one in my lip, one in my clit... and I wear a stud in my tongue.

Vincent:
Excuse me, but I was just wondering... why do you wear a stud in your tongue?

Jody:
It's a sex thing. It helps fellatio.

Lance:
Don Vincenzo. Step into my office?

Lance:
You are NOT bringing this f***ed-up bitch into my house.

Vincent:
This f***ed-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife. Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? Do you? If she croaks on me, I'm a f***in' greasespot.

Jody:
That was f***ing trippy.

Paul:
Hey, my name's Paul and this shit's between y'all.

Lance:
If you're all right, then say something.

Mia:
Something.

The Wolf:
Strip.

Jules:
All the way?

The Wolf:
To your bare ass.

Vincent:
Is this necessary?

The Wolf:
You know what you guys look like?

Jules:
What?

The Wolf:
Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head.

Jules:
You know the shows on TV?

Vincent:
I don't watch TV.

Jules:
Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?

Butch:
Where's my watch?

Fabienne:
It's there.

Butch:
No it's not.

Fabienne:
It should be.

Butch:
Yes it most definitely should be but it's not here now, so where the f*** is it?

Jules:
Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.

Vincent:
Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.

Lance:
Am I a n*gger? Are we in Inglewood? No... You're in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any day of the f***in' week.

Vincent:
That's a bold statement.

Lance:
This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is f***ing dead as... dead. Heroin, it's coming back in a big f***ing way.

Mia:
I have to go powder my nose.

The Wolf:
Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?

Vincent:
Redondo Beach.

Jules:
Inglewood.

The Wolf:
It's your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the styx gentlemen.

Mia:
Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?

Vincent:
We're lucky we got anything at all. I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter.

Jules:
Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett:
No.

Jules:
Tell him, Vincent.

Vincent:
Royale with cheese.

Jules:
Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?

Brett:
Because of the metric system?

Jules:
Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherf***er.

Butch:
How was your breakfast?

Fabienne:
It was good...

Butch:
Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes?

Fabienne:
No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk - are you sure you're okay?

Butch:
Honey, since I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest f***ing day of my life. Come on, hop on - I'll tell you all about it.

Jules:
Uuummmm, this is a tasty burger

Jules:
Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?

Waitress:
Gari?on means boy.

Vincent:
Douglas Sirk steak, and a vanilla Coke.

Buddy Holly:
How would you like that? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?

Vincent:
Bloody as hell.

Lance:
Hey, whattya think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. You wanna hang out, get high?

Vincent:
Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face?

Lance:
No, that's Jody. That's my wife.

Jules: English mother fucker, do you speak it?

Mia Wallace: Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

Vincent Vega: I don't know. That's a good question.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Mia Wallace: I said Goddamn!

Mia: I said God damn, God damn, God damn

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Brett: No!

Jules Winnfield: Then why are you trying to fuck him like a bitch?

Vincent Vega: Aw, man. I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules Winnfield: Why the fuck did you do that?

Vincent Vega: Marvin, what do you make of all of this?

Marvin: Man, I don't even have an opinion.

Paul: Hey, man, my name's Paul, and that shit's between y'all.

Jules Winnfield: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it!

Jules Winnfield: Shut the fuck up, fatman! This ain't none of your goddamn business!

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?!

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Vincent Vega: Aw, man, I shot Marvin in the face...

Vincent Vega: Aw, man, I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules Winnfield: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: What country you from?

Jules Winnfield: 'What' ain't no country I ever heard of, do they speak English in 'What'?

Jules Winnfield: English, mother fucker, do you speak it?

Jules Winnfield: You ever read the Bible, Brett?

Brett: Yes!

Jules Winnfield: There's a passage that I got memorized, seems appropiate for this situation: Ezekiel 25,17. "The path of the righteous man is beset of all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil me. Blessed is he who, in the name of the charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Jules Winnfield: Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.

Vincent Vega: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that?

Jules Winnfield: Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.

Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.

Jules Winnfield: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

Jules Winnfield: [Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation] Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?

Jules Winnfield: Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?

Butch Coolidge: That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.

Jules Winnfield: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.

Lance: Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!

Capt. Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.

Vincent Vega: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.

Marsellus Wallace: You see, this profession 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.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

Jules Winnfield: English mother fucker, do you speak it?

Fabienne: What happened to my Honda?

Jules Winnfield: Say "What" again. Say it one more god damn time! I dare you! I double dare you mother fucker!

Jules Winnfield: I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? Oh, you were finished. Well allow me to retort.

Jules Winnfield: I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? Oh, you were finished. Well, allow me to retort.

Vincent Vega: God damn that's a pretty fucking good milkshake.

Pumpkin: What's in the case?

Jules Winnfield: My boss's dirty laundry.

Pumpkin: Your boss makes you do his laundry?

Jules Winnfield: When he wants it cleaned.

Pumpkin: Sounds like a shit job.

Jules Winnfield: I was thinking the same thing.

Jules Winnfield: Say 'what' one more time! I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker!

Marsellus Wallace: [seeing Butch in a car] Motherfucker!

Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Jules Winnfield: "Normally, both your asses would be dead as f**king fried chicken, but you happen to pull this s**t while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much s**t this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass."

Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as f**king fried chicken, but you happen to pull this s**t while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much s**t this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.

Mia Wallace: "Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bull s**t in order to be comfortable?"

Mia Wallace: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bull s**t in order to be comfortable?

Jules Winnfield: We're all gonna be like three little Fonzies here.

Jules Winnfield: You read the bible, Ringo?

Capt. Koons: So I hid this uncomfortable lunk of metal up my ass

Capt. Koons: I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years.

Jules Winnfield: God came down from heaven, and stopped these mother fucking bullets.

Jules Winnfield: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?

Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?

Vincent Vega: I was dryin' my hands.

Jules Winnfield: You're supposed to wash 'em first!

Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first!

Vincent Vega: You watched me wash 'em.

Jules Winnfield: I watched you get 'em wet.

Jules: I watched you get 'em wet.

Vincent Vega: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.

Vincent Vega: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had lathered or something, I coulda done a better job.

Jules Winnfield: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!

Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!

Jules Winnfield: Ahh, what the fuck's happening? Aw shit, man!

Vincent Vega: Aw man, I shot Marvin in the face...

Jules Winnfield: Why the fuck did you do that?

Vincent Vega: Well I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!

Jules Winnfield: Aww man, I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time but this-

Vincent Vega: Just chill out, man! I told you it was an accident! You probably, you went over a bump or something...

Vincent Vega: Oh! Ah man, sh--.... Ah man I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules Winnfield: Why the fuck d'you do that!?

Vincent Vega: Well I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.

Jules Winnfield: Ah man, I've seen some crazy-ass shit in my time but this ---

Jules Winnfield: Ah man, I've seen some crazy-ass shit in my time but this...

Brett: He's black.

Jules Winnfield: Go on!

Brett: He's bald.

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

The Wolf: pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car.

The Wolf: Pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car.

Vincent Vega: Would you give a man a foot massage?

Jules Winnfield: Fuck you

Jules Winnfield: Fuck you.

Vincent Vega: Because I could use a foot massage.

Jules Winnfield: look I'm starting to get a little pissed off here.

Jules Winnfield: Llook I'm starting to get a little pissed off here.

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.

Jules Winnfield: English motherfucker do you speak it?!

Jules Winnfield: Say 'what' again! I dare you! I double dare you motherfucker! say what one more Goddamn time!

Jules Winnfield: Sewer rat might taste like pumpkin pie but I'd never know cuz I wouldn't eat te filthy motherfucker.

Vincent Vega: So you mean I gotta stab her in te heart tree times?

Vincent Vega: You mean I gotta stab her three times?

Jules Winnfield: Say what again! SAY WHAT AGAIN! I dare you! I double dare you muthafucka! Say what one more goddamn time!

Jules Winnfield: Dickless piece of shit.

Vincent Vega: Vincent: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or in the jail house with the cops? Jules: We should be fuckin' dead, my friend! What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it! Vincent: All right, it was a miracle. Can we go now?

Vincent Vega: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or in the jail house with the cops?

Jules Winnfield: We should be fuckin' dead, my friend! What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!

Vincent Vega: All right, it was a miracle. Can we go now?

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Marsellus Wallace: I ain;t through with you by a damn sight! I'm gonna get medevil on your ass!

Marsellus Wallace: I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.

Maynard: (talking on the phone) Zed? Maynard. Yeah, the spider just caught a couple of flies.

Maynard: [talking on the phone] Zed? Maynard. Yeah, the spider just caught a couple of flies.

Mia Wallace: Don't you hate that?

Vincent Vega: Hate what?

Mia Wallace: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

Vincent Vega: I don't know. That's a good question.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.

Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evilmen. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.

Brett: He's black!

Jules Winnfield: Go on!

Brett: He's bald!

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: [shoots Brett with his pistol in the leg]

Jules Winnfield: What country are you from?

Brett: What? What?

Jules Winnfield: What ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?

Brett: Yes! Yes!

Jules Winnfield: Then you know what I'm sayin'!

Brett: Yes!

Jules Winnfield: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: Say what again. Say what again,I dare you,I double-dare you motherfucker,say what one more Goddamn time!

Jules Winnfield: Say what again. Say what again,I dare you,I double-dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

Fabienne: Who's motorcycle is this?

Butch Coolidge: *sigh* It's a Chopper baby.

Fabienne: Who's Chopper is this?

Butch Coolidge: It's Zed's.

Fabienne: Who's Zed?

Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead baby...Zed's dead.

Jules Winnfield: I'm the foot fuckin' master..

Jules Winnfield: Check out the big brain on Brett!

Jules Winnfield: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet.

Pumpkin: Which one is it?

Jules Winnfield: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker

Lance: If you're all right, then say something.

Mia Wallace: Something.

Jules Winnfield: You know the shows on TV?

Vincent Vega: I don't watch TV.

Jules Winnfield: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?

Vincent Vega: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.

Vincent Vega: Oh man. I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules Winnfield: [All while Honey Bunny is screaming] Tell that bitch to be cool! Say 'bitch be cool'!

Pumpkin: Be cool honey!

Jules Winnfield: Say bitch be cool! Tell that fuckin' bitch to chill!

Pumpkin: Be cool Honey Bunny!

Jules Winnfield: Chill that fuckin' bitch out!

Pumpkin: Shut up, Honey!

The Wolf: "Because you are a character doesn't meant the you have character"

The Wolf: Because you are a character doesn't meant the you have character.

Butch:
You okay?

Marsellus:
Naw man. I'm pretty f***in' far from okay.

Butch:
What now?

Marsellus:
What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' n*ggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.

Butch:
I meant what now between me and you?

Marsellus:
Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.

Jules:
Now Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we?

Yolanda:
You don't hurt him.

Jules:
Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?

Yolanda:
Cool?

Jules:
What?

Yolanda:
He's cool.

Jules:
Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One... two... three.

Yolanda:
All right, now you let him go.

Jules:
Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherf***ers get scared, that's when motherf***ers accidentally get shot.

Yolanda:
You just know, you touch him, you die.

Jules:
Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don't want that. And you don't want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn't want that.

Jules:
Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwan into a glass motherf***in' house f***in' up the way the n*gger talks. Motherf***er do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass cuz I'll kill the motherf***er, know what I'm sayin'?

Jules:
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

Jules Winnfield: Oh, I'm sorry...Did I break your concentration?

The Wolf: '' Now lets not start sucking each others dicks just yet. ''

The Wolf: Now let's not start sucking each others dicks just yet.

The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

Jules Winnfield: Well I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm superfly TNT. I'm the Guns of the Navarone. In fact what the fuck am I doing in the back!? You're the motherfucker that should be on brain detail!

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Jimmie Dimmick: "Wow, you would never think it's the same car!...."

Jimmie Dimmick: Wow, you would never think it's the same car!

The Wolf: "Okay, lets not start sucking each other's dick just yet......."

The Wolf: Okay, lets not start sucking each other's dick just yet.

Jimmie Dimmick: "You don't have to tell me how good my coffee is okay, I'm the one who buys it, I know how good it is......"

Jimmie Dimmick: You don't have to tell me how good my coffee is okay, I'm the one who buys it, I know how good it is...

Jules Winnfield: Say what one more goddamn time! I dare you... I double dare you motherfucker!

Jules Winnfield: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?

Marsellus Wallace: Night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride! Pride only hurts, it never helps. You fight through that shit.

Jules Winnfield: I love you, Pumpkin.

Honey Bunny: I love you, Pumpkin.

Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.

Pumpkin: All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

Jules Winnfield: Any of you f**king pricks move, and I'll execute every motherf**king last one of ya!

Honey Bunny: Any of you f**king pricks move, and I'll execute every motherf**king last one of ya!

Marsellus Wallace: Night of the fight, you get knocked out in the 5th round.

Jimmie Dimmick: When you drove up did you notice a sign on my house that says dead nigger storage?

Vincent Vega: [After Vincent accidentally shoots Marvin in the face] Maybe the car hit a bump.

Vincent Vega: [after Vincent accidentally shoots Marvin in the face] Maybe the car hit a bump.

Jules Winnfield: THE CAR DIDN'T HIT NO MOTHERFUCKIN' BUMP!

Capt. Koons: Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities on the other. If it'd been me who'd not made it, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my son, Jim. The way it turned out, I'm talking to you, Butch. I got something for ya'. This watch I got here was first purchased by your great grandfather during the First World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee; made by the first company to ever make wristwatches. Up 'til then people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by private Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. This was your great grandfather's war watch and he wore it every day he was in that war. When he'd done his duty, went home to your great grandmother, took the watch off, put it in a coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad, Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and was killed along with a lot of other Marines on the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death; he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leaving that island alive so, three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an air force transport under the name of Winocki, a man he’d never met before in his life to deliver to his infant son, who he’d never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later your granddad was dead but Winocki kept his word. After the war was over he paid a visit to your grandmother delivering to your infant father his dad’s gold watch, this watch. This watch was on your daddy’s wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch they would confiscate it; take it away. The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He’d be damned if any slope’s gonna put his greasy, yellow hands on his boy’s birthright so he hid it, on the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then, he died of dysentery, gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family and now, little man, I give the watch to you.

Marsellus Wallace: YOu hear me talkin' , hillbilly boy? I'm gonna get Medieval on your ass!

Marsellus Wallace: You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.

Jules Winnfield: What country you from?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak emglish in What !?

Jules Winnfield: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What!?

Jules Winnfield: English, Motherfucker! Do you speak it ?!?

Jules Winnfield: English, Motherfucker! Do you speak it?!?

Jules Winnfield: Is Marsellus Wallace a bitch?! -no Then why you tryin to fuck him like a bitch?

Jules Winnfield: Does Marsellus Wallace look a bitch?

Brett: No.

Jules Winnfield: Then why are you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?

Jules Winnfield: Mmmmmmm! This is [swallows] a tasty burger!

Mia Wallace: So what do you think?

Vincent Vega: I think it looks like a wax museum with a pulse

Vincent Vega: I think it looks like a wax museum with a pulse.

Marsellus Wallace: I ain't through with you by a damn sight! I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you found somebody really special. When you just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Jules Winnfield: Shut the fuck up, fat man! This ain't none of your goddamn business.

Jules Winnfield: Well, that's why I've been sitting here complating. First, I'm gonna deliver this case to Marsellus, then basically I'm just gonna walk the earth.

Vincent Vega: What do you mean, "walk the earth"?

Vincent Vega: What do you mean, 'walk the earth'?

Jules Winnfield: You know like Cain in 'Kung Fu', walking place to place, meet people and get in adventures.

Vincent Vega: And how long do you intend to "walk the earth"?

Vincent Vega: And how long do you intend to 'walk the earth'?

Jules Winnfield: Until God puts me where he wants me to be.

Vincent Vega: And what if he don't do that?

Jules Winnfield: If it takes forever, then I'll walk forever.

Vincent Vega: You're really thinking about quitting?

Jules Winnfield: The life?

Vincent Vega: Yeah.

Jules Winnfield: Most definitely.

Vincent Vega: Fuck. Of course how are you gonna do that?

Butch Coolidge: Are you okay?

Marsellus Wallace: Nah, man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay (Zed screams)

Marsellus Wallace: Nah, man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay [Zed screams]

Butch Coolidge: What now?

Marsellus Wallace: What now? I'll tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple of hard-pipe hittin' niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow-torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight! I'ma get medieval on your ass!

Jules Winnfield: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: What country you from?

Brett: W-What?

Jules Winnfield: What ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in what?

Brett: W-What? I-

Jules Winnfield: English motherfucker! Do you speak it?

Brett: Y-Yes!

Jules Winnfield: Then explain what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett: W-what?

Jules Winnfield: Say what again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker! Say what one more goddamn time! *Points gun at Brett*

Brett: H-he's black!

Jules Winnfield: Go on!

Brett: He's bald!

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Jules Winnfield: *Shoots Brett*

Captain Koons:
Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully... you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out is I'm talkin' to you, Butch. I got somethin' for you.

Captain Koons:
This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Made by the first company to ever make wrist watches. Up till then people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by private Doughboy Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. It was your great-grandfather's war watch and he wore it everyday he was in that war. When he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and he was killed - along with the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death, he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport name of Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold watch. This watch.

Captain Koons:
This watch was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your Dad looked at it, that watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yella hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

Jules Winnfield: (shoots the guy on the sofa) Oh I'm sorry did I break your concentration? (going back to guy on the chair)

Jules Winnfield: [shoots the guy on the sofa] Oh I'm sorry did I break your concentration? [going back to guy on the chair]

Jimmie Dimmick: "do you know what's gonna happen if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead nigger in our garage"? " We are gonna get a DIVORCE!" "No counseling, no trial separation, A DIVORCE!"

Jimmie Dimmick: We are gonna get a DIVORCE! No counseling, no trial separation, A DIVORCE!

Jules Winnfield: SAY WHAT AGAIN!

Jules Winnfield: [pointing his gun] Say what again.

Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?

Butch Coolidge: It's a chopper, baby.

Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?

Butch Coolidge: It's Zed's

Fabienne: Who's Zed?

Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.

Jules Winnfield: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?

Vincent Vega: d'you know what French people eat french fries with....????

Vincent Vega: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

Jules Winnfield: ketchup???

Jules Winnfield: What?

Vincent Vega: no...mayonaisse

Vincent Vega: Mayonnaise.

Jules Winnfield: Goddamn.

Vincent Vega: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.

Mia Wallace: â??That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Mia Wallace: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Vincent Vega: Oh man I shot Marvin in the face.

Vincent Vega: Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.

Vincent Vega: Actually, there's something I've wanted to ask you about, but you seem like a nice person, and I didn't want to offend you.

Mia Wallace: Ohhh, this doesn't sound like the usual mindless, boring, getting-to-know you chit-chat. This sounds like you actually have something to say.

Vincent Vega: Well, well, I do... I do. But, you have to promise not to be offended.

Mia Wallace: No, no, no. You can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're gonna ask me. So you can go ahead and ask me what you're gonna ask me, and my natural response could be to get offended. But then, through no fault of my own, I would have broken my promise.

Vincent Vega: Let's just forget it.

Mia Wallace: That is an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility.

Jules Winnfield: What country are you from?

Vincent Vega: Bacon tastes good; pork chops taste good...

Vincent Vega: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.

Jules Winnfield: Sewer rat might taste like pumpkin pie but I'll never know 'cause I won't eat the filthy mother-fucker.

Jules Winnfield: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you.

Jules Winnfield: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.

Vincent Vega: How many are up there?

Jules Winnfield: Three or four.

Vincent Vega: That's counting our guy?

Jules Winnfield: Not sure

Vincent Vega: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?

Jules Winnfield: It's possible.

Vincent Vega: We should have fucking shotguns.

Brett: He-he's black!

Jules Winnfield: GO ON!

Brett: He's bald!

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: [shoots Brett in the shoulder] DOES...HE...LOOK LIKE.....A BITCH?!

Brett: [in pain] Nooo!

Jules Winnfield: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?

Brett: I didn't.

Jules Winnfield: Yes you did! Yes you did, Brett! You tried to fuck him! Well Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.

Jules Winnfield: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: [overturns the table] What country you from?!

Brett: What-?

Jules Winnfield: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What"?!

Jules Winnfield: 'What' ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in 'What'?!

Jules Winnfield: ENGLISH, motherfucker! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!

Brett: Y-yes!

Jules Winnfield: Then you know what I'm saying.

Brett: Yes!

Jules Winnfield: Describe, what Marcellus Wallace...LOOKS LIKE!

Jules Winnfield: Describe, what Marcellus Wallace... LOOKS LIKE!

Brett: Wh-what? I mea-

Jules Winnfield: [points gun in Brett's face] Say "what" again! Say "what" again! I dare you! I double dare you, motherfucker! Say "what" one more Goddamn time!

Jules Winnfield: [points gun in Brett's face] Say 'what' again! Say 'what' again! I dare you! I double dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more Goddamn time!

Jules Winnfield: You now what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules Winnfield: Tell 'em, Vincent.

Vincent Vega: A Royale with Cheese.

Jules Winnfield: A Royale with cheese! You now why they call it that?

Brett: ....Because...of the metric system?

Jules Winnfield: [surprised] Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right, the metric system!

Jules Winnfield: Looks like Vincent and I caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?

Brett: Hamburgers.

Jules Winnfield: Hambergers! The cornerstone of any nutricious breakfast! What kind of hamburgers?

Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers.

Jules Winnfield: No, no, no, Where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?

Brett: Big Kahuna Burger.

Jules Winnfield: Big Kahuna Burger. That's the Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers! I ain't never had one myself. How are they?

Brett: They're good.

Jules Winnfield: Mind if I try one of yours? [Brett nods] This is yours here, right? [picks up burger and takes a bite] Mmm-mmmm. This is a tasty burger! Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger? [Vincent shakes his head] Wanna bite? They're real tasty!

Vincent Vega: Ain't hungry.

Vincent Vega: All right. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules Winnfield: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

Vincent Vega: Nah, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules Winnfield: What do they call it?

Vincent Vega: They call it a "Royale with cheese."

Vincent Vega: They call it a 'Royale with cheese.'

Jules Winnfield: "Royale with Cheese!"

Jules Winnfield: 'Royale with Cheese!'

Vincent Vega: That's right.

Jules Winnfield: What's a Big Mac?

Vincent Vega: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac."

Vincent Vega: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it 'Le Big Mac.'

Jules Winnfield: "Le Big Mac!" What do they call a Whopper?

Jules Winnfield: 'Le Big Mac!' What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent Vega: I don't know, I didn't go in a Burger King.

Jules Winnfield: Why the fuck didn't you tell us there was someone in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that there was somebody in there with a goddamn hand-cannon?!

Jules Winnfield: [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead baby. Zed's dead.

Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Butch Coolidge: You okay?

Marsellus Wallace: Nah, man. I'm pretty fucking far from okay.

Butch Coolidge: What now?

Marsellus Wallace: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple of hard, pipe-hitting niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. [to Zed] You hear me talking, hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.

Butch Coolidge: I meant, what now between me and you.

Marsellus Wallace: Oh, that "what now". I tell you what now between me and you. There is no "me and you". Not no more.

Marsellus Wallace: Oh, that 'what now'. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no "me and you". Not no more.

Butch Coolidge: So we cool?

Marsellus Wallace: Yeah, we cool. Two things: one, don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two, you leave town tonight, right now, and when you gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?

Butch Coolidge: Deal.

Jules Winnfield: Well I'm a mushroom cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker!

Jules Winnfield: Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker!

Jules Winnfield: You happened to pull this shit while I was in a transitional period.

Honey Bunny: I love you, Pumpkin.

Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny. Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

Honey Bunny: Get up, you fucking pricks move, or I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!

Vincent Vega: Man, I just shot Marvin in the face!

Vincent Vega: Aw man! I just shot Marvin in the face!

Marsellus Wallace: On the 5th, your ass goes down.

Marsellus Wallace: In the fifth, your ass goes down.

Jules Winnfield: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.

Jules Winnfield: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin ' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Vincent Vega: They call it "Royale with cheese".

Vincent Vega: They call it, Royale with cheese.

Vincent Vega: They call it a 'Royale' with cheese.

Vincent Vega: Can't we just take it to a friendly place?

Jules Winnfield: This is the valley Vincent! Marcellus don't no friendly places!

Jules Winnfield: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?!

Jules Winnfield: Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country are you from? Brett: What? What? Wh - ? Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What? Brett: What? Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it? Brett: Yes! Yes! Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'! Brett: Yes! Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What? Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

Buddy Holly look-alike: How do you want your shake, Amos and Andy or Martin and Lewis?

Buddy Holly look-alike: How do you want your shake, Amos and Andy, or Martin and Lewis?

Mia Wallace: Martin and Lewis

Vincent Vega: That's a good fuckin shake. I don't know if it's worth five dollas, but it's a good fuckin shake.

Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.

Honey Bunny: [About to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.

Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.

Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!

Lance: okey!

Lance: Okey!

Jules Winnfield: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now... I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd.

Zed: Bring out the Gimp

Jules Winnfield: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.

Marsellus Wallace: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Pumpkin:
Which one is your wallet?

Jules:
It's the one that says Bad Motherf***er.

Jules:
Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?

Pumpkin:
What?

Jules:
Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't hafta kill your ass. You read the Bible?

Pumpkin:
Not regularly.

Jules:
There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherf***er before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.

Pumpkin:
The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a f***? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we've got this guy's little girl, if you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her.

Yolanda:
Did it work?

Pumpkin:
F***ing-A right, it worked. That's what I'm saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a f***ing phone. Cleans the place out, doesn't even lift a f***ing finger.

Yolanda:
Did they hurt the little girl?

Pumpkin:
I don't know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn't the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.

Yolanda:
You want to rob banks?

Pumpkin:
I'm not saying I want to rob banks, I'm just illustrating that if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing.

Yolanda:
No more liquor stores?

Pumpkin:
What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores. Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be. Too many foreigners own liquor stores these days. Vietnamese, Koreans, they don't even speak f***ing English. You tell them, empty out the register, they don't know what the f*** you're talking about. They make it too personal, one of these gook f***ers is gonna make us kill him.

Yolanda:
I'm not gonna kill anybody.

Pumpkin:
I don't want to kill anybody either. But they'll probably put us in a situation where it's us or them. And if it's not the gooks, it's these old f***ing Jews who've owned the store for fifteen f***ing generations, you've got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a f***ing Magnum in his hand. Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far you get.

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