Pulp Fiction (1994)
Bruce Willis: Butch Coolidge
[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.
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.
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 : [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!
Butch : I specifically reminded her - bedside table! On the Kangaroo! I said the words, "Don't forget my father's watch."
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...
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.