Pulp Fiction (1994) Poster


Bruce Willis: Butch Coolidge



  • 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.

  • [after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists] 

    Butch : You okay?

    Marsellus : Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.

    Butch : What now?

    Marsellus : What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, 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.

  • Esmeralda : What is your name?

    Butch : Butch.

    Esmeralda : What does it mean?

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

  • Fabienne : I was looking at myself in the mirror.

    Butch : Uh-huh?

    Fabienne : I wish I had a pot.

    Butch : You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?

    Fabienne : A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.

    Butch : Well you should be happy, 'cause you do.

    Fabienne : Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same thing.

    Butch : I didn't realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly.

    Fabienne : The difference is huge.

    Butch : You want me to have a pot?

    Fabienne : No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.

    Butch : You think guys would find that attractive?

    Fabienne : I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

  • 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.

  • [Butch comes up beside Vincent at the bar] 

    Butch : You lookin at something, friend?

    Vincent : You ain't my friend, Palooka.

    Butch : What's that?

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

  • Butch : I think I cracked a rib.

    Fabienne : Giving me oral pleasure?

    Butch : No, retard, from the fight.

  • Maynard : [Butch runs into Maynard's pawn shop being chased by Marsellus]  Can I help you with somethin'?

    Butch : Shut the fuck up!

    Maynard : Hey you just wait a god damn minute now! What the fuck you up to?

    Butch : [Marsellus enters, Butch wrestle him to the floor then starts to punch him]  Come here motherfucker! Feel that sting, big boy? That's pride fucking with you! Gotta fight through that shit!

    Marsellus : You better kill me!

    Butch : [Brings up a gun]  Yeah, somebody gonna get killed. SOMEBODY GONNA GET THEIR FUCKING HEAD BLOWN OFF!

    Maynard : [Points a shotgun at them]  Hold it right there, goddammit!

    Butch : It's none of your business, mister!

    Maynard : I'm making it my business. Toss the weapon.

    Butch : You don't understand, man!

    Maynard : Toss the weapon.

    Maynard : [Butch throws the gun away]  Get yer foot of the nigger, put yer hands behind yer head and spproach the counter right now.

    Maynard : [Hits Butch with the shotgun then makes a call]  Zed? It's Maynard. Yeah, spider just caught a couple of flies.

  • Butch : I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.

    Fabienne : Blueberry pie.

    Butch : Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?

  • 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 fuck is it?

  • Butch : [driving back to his apartment after Fabienne forgot to get his watch] 


    Butch : Shit! Of all the fucking things she could forget, she forgets my father's watch!

    [normal voice] 

    Butch : I specifically reminded her - bedside table! On the Kangaroo! I said the words, "Don't forget my father's watch."

  • Fabienne : Where's my Honda?

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

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

  • 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 fucking day of my life! Come on, hop on - I'll tell you all about it.

  • Butch : Did you bring the watch?

    Fabienne : I believe so.

    Butch : You believe so? You "believe" so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't!

    Fabienne : Then I did.

    Butch : Are you sure?

    Fabienne : [shakes her head]  No...

    [a pause] 

    Butch : [explodes into a rampage]  Fuck! Motherfucking shit! Do you fucking know how fucking stupid you are? Shit! Fuck!

    [he calms down just as quickly and suddenly as he started] 

    Butch : It's not your fault.

  • Butch : I think I have a broken rib.

    Fabienne : From giving me oral pleasure?

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

    Butch : In the fifth, my ass goes down.

  • Esmeralda : [driving while Butch is in the back changing his clothes]  You killed the other boxing man.

    Butch : [stops and looks at her]  He's dead?

    Esmeralda : The radio said he was dead.

    Butch : [silent for a second or two and then resumes changing, muttering]  Sorry about that, Floyd.

  • Butch : Will you hand me a towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?

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

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