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Pulp Fiction (1994) Poster

(1994)

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Brett: He... he's black...

Jules: Go on...

Brett: He's bald

Jules: Does he look like a bitch?

Brett: What?

Jules: [Shoots Brett in the shoulder] DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?

Brett: No!

Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch?

Brett: I didn't...

Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did! You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.

Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.

The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at?

Marvin: It's over th...

Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?

Roger: It's in the cupboard.

[Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard]

Roger: No, no, the one by your kn-knees.

Jules: We happy?

[Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents]

Jules: Vincent! We happy?

Vincent: Yeah, we happy.

Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours...

Jules: My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.

Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...

Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules: What country are you from?

Brett: What? What? Wh - ?

Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?

Brett: What?

Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?

Brett: Yes! Yes!

Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!

Brett: Yes!

Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett: What?

Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

Vincent: Want some bacon?

Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.

Vincent: Are you Jewish?

Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.

Vincent: Why not?

Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.

Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.

Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs 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: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?

Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charming motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?

Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?

Vincent: No man, 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: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.

Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

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.

Jules: I'm not giving you that money. I'm buying something from you. Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?

Pumpkin: What?

Jules: Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't have to kill your ass. You read the Bible?

Pumpkin: Not regularly.

Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. 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 good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the 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 I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now... I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. 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.

Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.

Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.

Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!

Mia: Don't you hate that?

Vincent: 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've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

[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.

[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]

Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?

Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.

Jules: [pause] What?

Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? 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 because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.

Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...

Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?

Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...

Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?

Jules: [pause] 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 fucking business, that's why!

Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.

Jules: [Vincent and Jules are cleaning the inside of the car which is covered in blood] Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.

Vincent: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that?

Jules: Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.

Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now, right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, right, and you got me the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. That's all. I could blow.

Jules: Oh! Oh! You ready to blow?

Vincent: Yeah, I'm ready to blow.

Jules: Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!

[Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive]

Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.

Jules: Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules: Tell him, Vincent.

Vincent: Royale with cheese.

Jules: Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherfucker.

Esmeralda: What is your name?

Butch: Butch.

Esmeralda: What does it mean?

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

The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.

Vincent: A please would be nice.

The Wolf: Come again?

Vincent: I said a please would be nice.

The Wolf: Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.

Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.

Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.

The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.

Jules: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet.

Pumpkin: Which one is it?

Jules: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker.

Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

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

Jules: Hey kids! How you boys doin'?

[to man laying on the couch]

Jules: Hey, keep chillin'. You know who we are? We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don't you? Let me take a wild guess here. You're Brett, right?

Brett: Yeah.

Jules: I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don't you, Brett?

Brett: Yeah, yeah, I remember him.

Jules: Good. Looks like me an Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?

Brett: Hamburgers.

Jules: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers?

Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers.

Jules: No, no no, where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?

Brett: Big Kahuna Burger.

Jules: Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they?

Brett: They're good.

Jules: Mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right?

[Picks up burger and takes a bite]

Jules: Mmm-mmmm. That is a tasty burger. Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger?

[Vincent shakes his head]

Jules: Wanna bite? They're real tasty.

Vincent: Ain't hungry.

Jules: Well, if you like burgers give 'em a try sometime. I can't usually get 'em myself because my girlfriend's a vegitarian which pretty much makes me a vegitarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mm-mm-mm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules: Tell 'em, Vincent.

Vincent: A Royale with cheese.

Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right. The metric system. What's in this?

Brett: Sprite.

Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?

Brett: Go right ahead.

Jules: Ah, hit the spot.

Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.

Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.

Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.

Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?

Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.

Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?

Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.

Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?

[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]

Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You give them a lot?

Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.

Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.

Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke?

Vincent: Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.

Mia: No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

Vincent: I can't wait.

Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.

[cleaning their bloody hands]

Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?

Vincent: I was dryin' my hands.

Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first!

Vincent: You watched me wash 'em.

Jules: I watched you get 'em wet.

Vincent: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.

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

The Wolf: You see that, young lady? Respect. Respect for one's elders gives character.

Raquel: I have character.

The Wolf: Just because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character.

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Jules: [talking about Mia, Marsellus Wallace's wife] I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.

Vincent: Pilot? What's a pilot?

Jules: Well, you know the shows on TV?

Vincent: I don't watch TV.

Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?

Vincent: Yeah.

Jules: Well, 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 want to make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don't, become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.

Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?

Vincent: I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so fucking cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have fucking better known better. I mean, that's his fucking wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm saying?

Jules: That's an interesting point. Come on, let's get into character.

Lance: You're going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she's got, uh, breastplate...

[taps Mia's chest]

Lance: So you gotta pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.

[demonstrates]

Vincent: I-I gotta stab her three times?

Lance: No, you don't gotta fucking stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it's gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger.

Vincent: What happens after that?

Lance: I'm kinda curious about that myself...

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

Mia: Something.

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Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, 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.

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Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.

Vincent: How many up there?

Jules: Three or four.

Vincent: That's countin' our guy?

Jules: Not sure.

Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?

Jules: It's possible.

Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.

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Jules: I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I've had a gun pointed at me.

Pumpkin: You don't take your fucking hand off that case, it'll be your last.

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Jules: Now Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we?

Yolanda: You don't hurt him.

Jules: Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?

Yolanda: Cool?

Jules: What?

Yolanda: He's cool.

Jules: Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One... two... three.

[Ringo sits down opposite Jules]

Yolanda: All right, now you let him go.

Jules: Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.

Yolanda: You just know, you touch him, you die.

Jules: Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don't want that. And you don't want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn't want that.

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[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.

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[Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off]

Vincent: Whoa!

Jules: What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man!

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

Jules: Why the fuck did you do that!

Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!

Jules: Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time...

Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.

Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump!

Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.

Jules: Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!

Vincent: I don't believe it.

Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.

Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.

Jules: This in the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.

Vincent: Well Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man!

Jules: Shit!

[Jules dials a number on his cell phone]

Vincent: What you doin'?

Jules: I'm calling Jimmie, my old partner. He lives in Toluca Lake.

Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake?

Jules: It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8.

[into the phone]

Jules: Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.

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Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry which should be coming directly.

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

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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.

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Marsellus: I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.

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Mia: I have to go powder my nose.

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Lance: Hey, whattya think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. You wanna hang out, get high?

Vincent: Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face?

Lance: No, that's Jody. That's my wife.

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Paul: So, I hear you're taking Mia out.

Vincent: At Marsellus's request.

Paul: You met Mia yet?

Vincent: No.

[Jules and Paul laugh]

Vincent: What's so fucking funny?

Jules: I gotta piss.

[exits]

Vincent: Look, I'm not stupid. It's the Big Man's wife. I'm gonna sit across from her, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her fucking jokes, and that's it.

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Butch: I think I cracked a rib.

Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?

Butch: No, retard, from the fight.

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Jules: This was Divine Intervention! You know what "divine intervention" is?

Vincent: Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.

Jules: Yeah, man, that's what it means. That's exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.

Vincent: I think we should be going now.

Jules: Don't do that! Don't you fucking do that! Don't blow this shit off! What just happened was a fucking miracle!

Vincent: Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens.

Jules: Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn't just happen.

Vincent: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?

Jules: We should be fuckin' dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!

Vincent: Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?

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Fabienne: Where's my Honda?

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

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Jules: You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?

Vincent: Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?

Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What's the nigger gonna do? He's Samoan.

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Jules: You know the shows on TV?

Vincent: I don't watch TV.

Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?

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Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee!

[the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin's cup]

Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.

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Marsellus: You see, this profession 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.

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Yolanda: You want to rob banks?

Pumpkin: I'm not saying I want to rob banks, I'm just illustrating that if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing.

Yolanda: No more liquor stores?

Pumpkin: What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores. Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be. Too many foreigners own liquor stores these days. Vietnamese, Koreans, they don't even speak fucking English. You tell them, empty out the register, they don't know what the fuck you're talking about. They make it too personal, one of these gook fuckers is gonna make us kill him.

Yolanda: I'm not gonna kill anybody.

Pumpkin: I don't want to kill anybody either. But they'll probably put us in a situation where it's us or them. And if it's not the gooks, it's these old fucking Jews who've owned the store for fifteen fucking generations, you've got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand. Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far you get.

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Jody: [after Mia survives an overdose from an adrenaline injection] That was pretty fucking trippy...

[laughs]

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The Wolf: Now boys, listen up. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?

Jules: Don't do shit unless.

The Wolf: Unless what?

Jules: Unless you do it first.

The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?

Vincent: Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don't know why, and now you're helping us out of the situation. I'm cool with it, all right?

The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.

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The Wolf: Strip.

Jules: All the way?

The Wolf: To your bare ass.

Vincent: Is this necessary?

The Wolf: Yes. You know what you guys look like?

Jules: What?

The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head!

[to Jimmie]

The Wolf: Now Jimmie, hand them the soap.

[Jimmie gives Jules and Vincent each a bar of soap]

The Wolf: Well, now I'm sure you've all been to county.

[sprays them both with hose]

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Mia: Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?

Vincent: We're lucky we got anything at all. I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter.

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Mia: I'll be there in three shakes of a lamb's tail.

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Jules: Bitch, be cool!

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Jules: Yolanda? How we doin, baby?

Yolanda: I gotta go pee! I want to go home.

Jules: Just hang in there, baby. You're doing' great. Ringo's proud of you and so am I. It's almost over. Tell her you're proud of her.

Pumpkin: I'm proud of you, Honey Bunny.

Yolanda: I love you!

Pumpkin: I love you too, Honey Bunny.

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Jules: I'll just walk the earth.

Vincent: What'cha mean walk the earth?

Jules: You know, walk the earth, meet people... get into adventures. Like Caine from "Kung Fu."

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Jules: So, tell me again about the hashbars?

Vincent: Okay, what you wanna know?

Jules: Hash is legal there in Amsterdam, right?

Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't just walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffing away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places.

Jules: And those are hashbars?

Vincent: Yeah. It breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's still illegal to carry it around, but that doesn't really matter 'cause... get a load of this: if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have.

Jules: [laughing] I'm going, that's all there is to it, I'm fuckin' going.

Vincent: Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most.

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Jules: Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.

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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.

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The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?

Vincent: Redondo Beach.

Jules: Inglewood.

The Wolf: In your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the sticks, gentlemen.

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[last lines]

Vincent: I think we should be leaving now.

Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

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Vincent: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

Jules: What?

Vincent: Mayonnaise.

Jules: Goddamn.

Vincent: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.

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Jules: [All while Honey Bunny is screaming] Tell that bitch to be cool! Say 'bitch be cool'!

Pumpkin: Be cool honey!

Jules: Say bitch be cool! Tell that fuckin' bitch to chill!

Pumpkin: Be cool Honey Bunny!

Jules: Chill that fuckin' bitch out!

Pumpkin: Shut up, Honey!

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Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.

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Vincent: I promise I won't laugh.

Mia: That's what I'm afraid of, Vincent.

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Pumpkin: The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we've got this guy's little girl, if you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her.

Yolanda: Did it work?

Pumpkin: Fucking-A right, it worked. That's what I'm saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone. Cleans the place out, doesn't even lift a fucking finger.

Yolanda: Did they hurt the little girl?

Pumpkin: I don't know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn't the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.

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The Wolf: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?

Jimmie: Uh, one hundred percent.

The Wolf: Your wife... Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right?

Jimmie: Uh-huh.

The Wolf: I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she'd wouldn't appreciate it none too much?

Jimmie: [laughing] She wouldn't at that.

The Wolf: That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.

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Lance: [answering the phone] Hello.

Vincent: Lance! It's Vincent. I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man. I'm coming to your house.

Lance: Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man. What's the problem?

Vincent: I've got this chick, she fuckin' O.D.in' on me!

Lance: Well, don't bring her here! I'm not even fuckin' joking with you, man! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house!

Vincent: No choice.

Lance: She's O.D.in'?

Vincent: She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man!

Lance: Okay, then you bite the fuckin' bullet, take her to a hospital and call a lawyer.

Vincent: Negative.

Lance: This is not my fuckin' problem, man! You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this!

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Vincent: [Lance is looking for a medical book] Hurry up, Lance! We're losing her!

Lance: I'm lookin' as fast as I can!

Jody: [to Vincent] What's he looking for?

Vincent: I dunno. Some book.

Jody: [to Lance] What're you looking for?

Lance: A little black medical book!

Jody: What're you looking for?

Lance: A little black fuckin' medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses.

Jody: I never saw no medical book.

Lance: Trust me, I have one.

Jody: Well, if it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot?

Lance: I DON'T KNOW! STOP BOTHERING ME!

Jody: Listen, while you're looking for it, that girl's gonna die on our carpet! You're never gonna find anything in this mess!

Lance: I'm gonna fuckin' kill you IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!

Vincent: [from the other room] STOP ARGUING AND GET IN HERE!

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Vincent: [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

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Lance: Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!

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Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.

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Mia: [after snorting what she thinks is coke; it's heroin] I said God Damn! God Damn...

[whispering]

Mia: ...God damn...

[passes out]

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The Wolf: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie?

Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.

Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.

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Lance: [handing Vincent the needle] Here, I'll tell you what to do.

Vincent: No no no no man, man I ain't giving her... You... you, you're gonna give her the shot...

Lance: No, you're gonna give her the shot...

Vincent: I ain't givin' her the shot...

Lance: Well, I ain't givin' her the shot!

Vincent: I never done this before!

Lance: Yeah, I ain't ever done it before either, alright? I ain't starting now! Look, you brought her here, and that means that you're giving her the shot. The day that I bring an OD-ing bitch over to your house, then I give her the shot. Give her the shot.

Vincent: [taking the needle] Give it to me.

Jody: [handing him the marker] Here.

Vincent: [Taking the marker] Gimme that.

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Trudi: You know how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they?

Jody: Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercings, sixteen places on my body, all of them done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple on my left breast, one through my right nostril, one through my left eyebrow, one in my lip, one in my clit... and I wear a stud in my tongue.

Vincent: Excuse me, but I was just wondering... why do you wear a stud in your tongue?

Jody: It's a sex thing. It helps fellatio.

Lance: Don Vincenzo. Step into my office?

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Lance: You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house!

Vincent: This fucked-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife! Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? Do you? If she croaks on me, I'm a fuckin' greasespot!

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

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Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.

Lance: Am I a nigger? Are we in Inglewood? No... You're in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any day of the fuckin' week.

Vincent: That's a bold statement.

Lance: This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is fucking dead as... dead. Heroin, it's coming back in a big fucking way.

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Lance: Still got your Malibu?

Vincent: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day?

Lance: What?

Vincent: Fucking keyed it.

Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up.

Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it.

Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution.

Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it.

Lance: What a fucker!

Vincent: What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle.

Lance: You don't do it.

Vincent: It's just against the rules.

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

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Jules: I don't know why, I just thought he'd be European or something because he...

Vincent: Yeah, man, he's about as European as fuckin' English Bob.

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[after Mia has her overdose]

Vincent: Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!

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[first title card]

Title Card: pulp /'p&lp/ n. 1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter.

Title Card: 2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.

Title Card: American Heritage Dictionary

Title Card: New College Edition

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Vincent: [parks car outside a West Hollywood restaurant] What the fuck is this place?

Mia: This is "Jack Rabbit Slim's". An Elvis man should love it.

Vincent: Come on, Mia. Let's go and get a steak.

Mia: You can get a steak here daddy-o. Don't be a...

[Mia draws a rectangle in the air, though it's meant to be a "square"]

Vincent: Oh after you, Kitty Kat.

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Jody: Lance! The goddamn phone's ringing!

Lance: [getting up to answer the phone] I can hear it.

Jody: I thought you told those fucking assholes never to call here this late!

Lance: Yeah, I told them. And that is exactly what I'm going to tell this fucking asshole, right now.

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Fabienne: I like the way you stink.

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Jules: Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open.

Vincent: What the fuck does that mean?

Jules: It means, that's it for me. From here on in you can consider my ass retired.

Vincent: Jesus Christ.

Jules: Don't blaspheme.

Vincent: Goddamn.

Jules: I said don't do that!

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Marvin: Man, I don't even have an opinion.

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Zed: Bring out the Gimp.

Maynard: Gimp's sleeping.

Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?

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The Wolf: [after the row between Jules and Jimmy over the quality of his coffee, The Wolf tries some, he looks impressed, looks at Jimmy and says] Mmm.

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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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Jimmie: I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.

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The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?

Jimmie: Sure is.

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

Jimmie: Good, we got one.

The Wolf: So I heard. May I come in?

Jimmie: Uh, yeah, please do.

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Yolanda: This place? A coffee shop?

Pumpkin: Why not? Nobody ever robs restaurants. Bars, liquor stores, gas stations... you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They're not expecting to get robbed. Not as expectant anyway.

Yolanda: I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this.

Pumpkin: Right, just like banks, these places are insured. Manager? He don't give a fuck. He just wants to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? Fucking forget it! No way they're taking a bullet for the register. Busboys? Some wetback getting paid a dollar-fifty an hour, really give a fuck you're stealing from the owner? See, I got the idea, last liquor store we held up, all the customers kept coming in?

Yolanda: Yeah.

Pumpkin: And you got the idea of taking their wallets. Now that was a good idea.

Yolanda: Thank you.

Pumpkin: Made more from the wallets than we did from the register.

Yolanda: Yes, we did.

Pumpkin: A lot of customers come into a restaurant.

Yolanda: A lot of wallets.

Pumpkin: Pretty smart, eh?

Yolanda: Pretty smart.

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

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Jules: Hey, that's Kool and the Gang.

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Esmeralda: So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in.

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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?

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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.

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

Fabienne: Blueberry pie.

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

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Vincent: Get her the shot!

Lance: I will if you let me.

Vincent: I ain't fuckin' stopping you!

Lance: Well, then quit talking to me, talk to her.

Vincent: Get the shot!

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[first lines]

Pumpkin: Forget it. Too risky. I'm through doing that shit.

Yolanda: You always say that. That same thing every time, "I'm through, never again, too dangerous".

Pumpkin: I know that's what I always say. I'm always right, too.

Yolanda: But you forget about it in a day or two.

Pumpkin: Yeah, well the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just begun.

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

[shouts]

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."

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Vincent: That's the Marilyn Monroe section that's Mamie Van Doren... I don't see Jayne Mansfield, she must have the night off or something.

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Maynard: Nobody kills anyone in my store except me and Zed.

[doorbell rings]

Maynard: That's Zed.

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Jules: Shut the fuck up, fat man!

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Pumpkin: Mexican's out the fucking kitchen!

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Jules: Shit Negro! That's all you had to say!

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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.

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

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Marvin: [cowering and shivering in the corner after seeing Brett get shot down by Jules and Vincent] Oh, fuck! I'm fucked. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Vincent: Is he a friend of yours?

Jules: Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.

Vincent: [as Marvin continues crying and carrying on] Better tell him to shut the fuck up. He's gettin' on my nerves!

Jules: Marvin? Marvin... MARVIN!

[Marvin looks up]

Jules: I'd knock that shit off if I was you.

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Jody: [seeing Mia on the floor] Who's she?

Lance: Look, go to the fridge and get the thing with the O.D. adrenalin shot.

Jody: What's wrong with her?

Vincent: She's O.D.ing!

Jody: Get her the hell outta her!

LanceVincent: GET THE SHOT!

Jody: Fuck you! Fuck you, too!

Vincent: What a fuckin' bitch!

Lance: You just keep talking to her, all right? She's getting the shot, I'm gonna get my little black medical book.

Vincent: What the fuck do you need a medical book for?

Lance: I've never had to give an adrenalin shot.

Vincent: You never give an adrenalin shot?

Lance: I've never had to, all right! I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers! My friends can handle their highs!

Vincent: GET THE SHOT!

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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.

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

Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.

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Man #4: [Burst out of the bathroom with his gun] Die you motherfuckers!

[He empties his entire gun, hitting nothing but air]

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Marsellus: [right before Butch purposely runs into him with a car] Motherfucker.

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Vincent: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.

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Vincent: Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here?

Lance: Hey, mi casa su casa.

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Vincent: I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak, and a vanilla Coke.

Buddy Holly: How would you like that? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?

Vincent: Bloody as hell.

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