Quotes
 


Pumpkin: Everybody be cool! This is a robbery!
Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move and I'll execute every motherfuckin' last one of you.


Vincent: You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: They got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a quarter-pounder is.
Jules: Then What do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with Cheese.
Jules: Royale with Cheese.
Vincent: That's right.
Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.
Jules: Le Big Mac. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I don't know. I didn't go into Burger King.


Jules: The way they pick TV shows is they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows and on the strength of that one show, they decide if they wanna make more shows.
Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don't, become nothin'.
She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.


Vincent: You play with matches, you get burned.


Jules: Let's get into character.


Jules: My name's Pitt, and your ass ain't talkin' your way outta this shit.


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


Jules: Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace!


Marsellus Wallace: You see, this business 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.


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


Vincent: Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face?
Lance: No, that's Jody.
That's my wife.


Vincent: Mind if I shoot up here?
Lance: Hey, mi casa es su casa.
Vincent: Muchas gracias.


Mia: Hi, Vincent. I'm getting dressed. The door's open. Come inside and make yourself a drink. Mia.


Mia: I'll be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail.


Vincent: What the fuck is this place?
Mia: This is Jackrabbit Slim's. An Elvis man should love it.
Vincent: Come on, Mia. Let's go get a steak.
Mia: You can get a steak here, Daddy-O. Don't be a ...


Vincent: I think it's like a wax museum with a pulse.


Mia: She was the deadliest woman in the world with a knife.


Vincent: I promise I won't laugh.
Mia: That's what I'm afraid of, Vince.
Vincent: That's not what I meant. You know it.
Mia: Now I'm definitely not gonna tell you 'cause it's been built up too much.
Vincent: What a gyp.


Mia: You can use my straw. I don't have cooties.
Vincent: Yeah, but maybe I do.
Mia: Cooties I can handle.


Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: Hate 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 found somebody really special.
When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.


Mia: I said goddamn!


Mia: When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle.


Mia: No, no, no, no, no. I do believe Marsellus, 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.


Vincent: I'm gonna take a piss.
Mia: That's a little bit more information than I needed, Vince, but go right ahead.


Vincent: Walk out the door, get in the car, go home, jerk off and that's all you gonna do.


Vincent: This "fucked-up bitch" is Marsellus Wallace's wife.
Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is?
Lance: Yeah.
Vincent: If she croaks on me, I am a fucking grease spot!
I will be forced to tell him that you did not help and let her die on your lawn.
Now, come on, help me, help me. Pick her up.


Vincent: I gotta stab her three times?


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


Jody: That was fuckin' trippy.


Mia: I can keep a secret if you can.


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


Mia: Three tomatoes are walkin' down the street.
Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato and Baby Tomato.
Baby Tomato starts lagging behind and Papa Tomato gets really angry.
Goes back and squishes him and says: "'Ketchup."


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


Esmeralda Villalobos: And what is your name?
Butch: Butch.
Esmeralda Villalobos: What does it mean?
Butch: I'm an American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.


Fabienne: I like the way you stink.


Fabienne: Any time of the day is a good time for pie.


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


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


Zed: Bring out the gimp.
Maynard: I think the gimp's sleepin'.
Zed: Then I guess you'll just have to go wake him up now, won't you?


Zed: Eenie-meenie-minie-mo catch a nigger by his toe, if he hollers, let him go.
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo. My mother said pick the perfect one and you are it.


Butch: I want you to pick it up, Zed.


Marsellus Wallace: I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
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Marsellus Wallace: I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.


Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Butch: Zed's.
Fabienne: Who's Zed?
Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.


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


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


Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fuckin' good my coffee is.
I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is.
When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit.
I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it.


Jimmie: Did you notice the sign on the front of my house that said: "Dead nigger storage"?
Jules: No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know why you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business, that's why!


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


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


Winston Wolf: So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fuckin' car


Winston Wolf: Your Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny were they millionaires?
Jimmie: No.
Winston Wolf: Well, your Uncle Marsellus is. And I'm positive that if Uncle Conrad and Aunt...
Jimmie: Ginny.
Winston Wolf: Ginny were here, they would furnish you with a whole bedroom set, which your Uncle Marsellus is more than happy to do.
I like oak myself. That's what I have in my bedroom.How about you, Jimmie?
You an oak man?
Jimmie: Oak's nice.


Jules: Every time my fingers touch brain I'm Superfly TNT!
I'm the Guns of the Navarone!


Winston Wolf: What do they look like, Jimmie?
Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.
Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.


Winston Wolf: Because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character.


Jules: Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal.
I ain't eatin' nothin' ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dog 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: So, by that rationale if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal, is that true?
Jules: We'd have to be talkin' about one charming motherfuckin' pig.
I mean, he'd have to be 10 times more charming than that Arnold on Green Acres.


Vincent: What you mean, "'walk the earth"?
Jules: Like Caine in Kung Fu.


Pumpkin: Is that what I think it is? It's beautiful.


Jules: We're all gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like?
Come on, Yolanda! What's Fonzie like?
Honey Bunny: He's cool.
Jules: Correctamundo.


Jules: It's the one that says bad motherfucker.


Vincent: Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 1,500 dollars and I'll shoot him
on general principle.


Jules: 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 goodwill 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: 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.