Reservoir Dogs (Le Iene)
- Quotes -

Joe: Toby? Who the fuck is Toby?

Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.

Mr. Brown: You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it was once like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like A Virgin."

Mr. Blonde: Hey, Joe...want me to shoot this guy?
Mr. White: Shit! You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologise.

Mr. Pink: She wasn't anything special.
Mr. Blue: What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?

Mr. Pink: The words "too fuckin' busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

Mr. Pink: You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playin' just for the waitresses.

Joe: All right, ramblers, let's get rambling.

Mr. White: Say the goddamn words! You're gonna be okay!

Mr. White: I need you cool. Are you cool?

Mr. Pink : I don't want to kill anybody. If I gotta get out that door and you're standin' in my way, one way or the other you're gettin' outta my way.

Mr. Pink: Where's the commode in this dungeon? I gotta take a squirt.

Mr. White: What's the cut, poppa?
Joe: Juicy, junior. Real juicy.

Mr. Pink: And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky and some ain't.

Mr. Pink: I'll show you who you're fuckin' with!

Mr. Pink: You're actin' like a first-year thief! I'm actin' like a professional!

Mr. Blonde: You kids shouldn't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start cryin'.

Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie or are you gonna bite?

Mr. Pink: Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!

Mr. Blonde: That was really exciting. I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan, aren't ya?
Yeah, me too. I love that guy.

Joe: Who's your parole officer?
Mr. Blonde: Seymour Scagnetti.
Joe: How is he?
Mr. Blonde: He's a fuckin' asshole.

Nice Guy Eddie: I've had my head up my ass the whole time.
Mr. Blonde: Funny you say that, 'cause that's what me and your daddy were talkin' about.
Nice Guy Eddie: That I should've picked you up?
Mr. Blonde: No, that you had your head up your ass.

Nice Guy Eddie: Daddy, did you see that?
Joe: What?
Nice Guy Eddie: The guy got me on the ground and tried to fuck me.
Mr. Blonde: You wish.

Nice Guy Eddie: I like you a lot buddy but I don't think of you that way.

Mr. Blonde: Eddie, you keep talkin' like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.

Joe: How would you feel about pullin' a job with about five other guys?
Mr. Blonde: I'd feel great about it.

Nice Guy Eddie: Do I sound like I'm fuckin' jokin'? He's fuckin' drivin' around with a cop in his trunk! I don't know who did what! I don't know who's got the loot. I don't know if anybody's got the loot. I don't know who's dead, who's alive, who's caught, who's not.

Nice Guy Eddie: All right, Mr. Fuckin' Compassion, I will call somebody!
Mr. White: Who?
Nice Guy Eddie: A fuckin' snake charmer!

Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so!

Nice Guy Eddie: All right, first things fuckin' last.

Mr. Blonde: Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. I told 'em not to touch the fuckin' alarm, they did.
If they hadn't have done what I told 'em not to do, they'd still be alive.

Mr. Blonde: Alone at last.

Mr. Blonde: Guess what. I think I'm parked in the red zone.

Mr. Blonde: Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that one.

Mr. Blonde: I don't really give a good fuck what you know or don't know...but I'm gonna torture you anyway.

Mr. Blonde: You ever listen to K-BILLY's "Super Sounds of the '70s"?

Mr. Blonde: Have some fire, scarecrow.

Mr. Orange: Listen to me, Marvin Nash. I'm a cop.

Marvin Nash: I'm fuckin' deformed!
Mr. Orange: Fuck you! I'm fuckin' dyin' here!

Mr. Orange: So I walk into the men's room and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles County sheriffs and a German shepherd.

Mr. Orange: Thing. Motherfucker Iooks just like the Thing.

Nice Guy Eddie / Mr. Pink: You're under arrest, sugar!

Mr. White: Was he all pissed off?
Nice Guy Eddie: How would you feel if every time you had to take a piss you had to do a fuckin' hand stand?

Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe: Because you're a faggot! All right?

Mr. Brown: But Mr. Brown.. that's too close to Mr. Shit.

Joe: I'm so goddamn mad hollerin' at you guys, I can hardly talk. Let's go to work.

Mr. White: If he won't tell ya something, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.

Mr. Brown: I'm blind, man. I'm fuckin' blind.

Nice Guy Eddie: He went crazy? Something like that? Worse or better?

Nice Guy Eddie: Larry, we have been friends and you respect my dad and I respect you but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now.
Mr. White: Goddamn you, Joe...don't make me do this.
Nice Guy Eddie: Larry, stop pointing that fuckin' gun at my dad!

Mr. White: I'm sorry, kid. Looks like we're gonna do a little time.
Mr. Orange: I'm a cop. Larry...I'm sorry.