The Bride: Looked dead, didn't l? Well, l wasn't.
But it wasn't from lack of trying, l can tell you that.
Actually, Bill's last bullet put me in a coma. A coma l was to lie in for four years.
When l woke up, l went on what the movie advertisements refer to as "a roaring rampage of revenge." I roared, and l rampaged, and l got bloody satisfaction.
I've killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point, but l've only one more.
The last one. The one l'm driving to right now. The only one left.
And when l arrive at my destination, I am gonna kill Bill.
Rufus: I was a Drell, l was a Drifter, l was a Coaster, I was part of the Gang, l was a Bar-Kay. If they come through Texas, l done played with 'em.
The Bride: How did you find me?
Bill: l'm the man.
Bill: I happen to be, more or less, particular whom my gal marries.
The Bride: You'll find it a bit lonely on my side.
Bill: Your side always was a bit lonely but l wouldn't sit anywhere else.
The Bride: Do l look pretty?
Bill: They just called themselves "The Crazy 88".
Budd: How come?
Bill: l don't know. I guess they thought it sounded cool.
Budd: Them Japs sure know how to hold a grudge, don't they?
Or maybe... you just tend to bring that out in people.
Budd: That woman deserves her revenge and...we deserve to die.
But then again...so does she. So l guess...we'll just see. Won't we?
Larry: What are you trying to convince me of, exactly? That you're as useless
as an asshole right here?
Larry: It's calendar time! Calendar time for Buddy!
Rocket: Yeah, Budd, honey...the toilet is at it again.
There's shitty water all over the floor.
Budd: Ok... Rocket. l'll clean it up.
Budd: Not havin' tits as fine or as big as yours, I can't even imagine how bad that shit must sting. Yet... l don't want to, neither. I win.
Elle Driver: Bill.
Budd: Wrong brother, you hateful bitch.
Elle Driver: Budd.
Elle Driver: And to what do l owe this dubious pleasure?
Budd: Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey.
Budd: This is for breakin' my brother's heart.
Pai Mei: [in cantonese] Your Mandarin is lousy. It causes my ears discomfort.
You bray like an ass!
Pai Mei: [in cantonese] From here you can get an excellent view of my foot.
Pai Mei: [in cantonese] Like all Yankee women all you can do is order in restaurants and spend a man's money!
The Bride: Ok, Pai Mei. Here l come.
The Bride: May I have a glass of water, please?
Elle Driver: The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite can be gargantuan. You know, l've always liked that word, "gargantuan."
l so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence.
Elle Driver: Right at this moment the biggest "R" l feel is regret.
Regret that maybe the greatest warrior l have ever met, met her end at the hands
of a bushwhackin', scrub, alkie, piece of shit like you.
That woman deserved better.
Elle Driver: That's right. l killed your master. And now l'm gonna kill you, too.
With your own sword, no less.
Which, in the very immediate future, will become my sword.
The Bride: Bitch...you don't have a future.
Esteban Vihaio: l must warn you, young lady...l am susceptible to flattery.
B.B.: Did you dream of me? l dreamed of you.
The Bride: Every single night, baby. Every single night.
B.B.: You're the most beautifulest woman l ever saw in the whole wide world.
Bill: Some things, once you do, they can never be undone.
The Bride: What the fuck did you just shoot me with?
The Bride: Are you calling me a superhero?
Bill: l'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer.
The Bride: You pretty good with that shotgun?
Karen Kim: Not that l have to be at this range but l'm a fuckin' surgeon
with this shotgun.
The Bride: Well, guess what, bitch? l'm better than Annie Oakley and l got you right in my sight.
The Bride: Any other time you'd be 100 percent right. This time you're 100 percent wrong.
Karen Kim: Congratulations.
The Bride: You know, five years ago, if l had to make a list of impossible
things that could never happen, you performing a coup de grâce on me
by bustin' a cap in my crown would've been right at the top of the list.
The Bride: You overreacted?
Bill: l'm a killer. l'm a murdering bastard. You know that.
And there are consequences to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard.
You experienced some of them.
The Bride: You and l have unfinished business.
Bill: Baby... you ain't kiddin'.
Bill: You're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person.
But every once in a while you can be a real cunt.
The lioness has rejoined her cub, and all is right in the jungle.