Pulp Fiction Quotes

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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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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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.

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

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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'?

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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!

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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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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!
Lance, Vincent : 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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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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[ Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation ]
Jules : Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?

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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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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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[ 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.

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Jules : The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities 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 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 would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.

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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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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.

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

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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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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.

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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.

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

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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

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Vincent : Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here?
Lance : Hey, mi casa su casa.

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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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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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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.

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Jimmie : I can't believe this is the same car.
The Wolf : Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

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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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