Reservoir Dogs Quotes
Joe: So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard. Well, let me tell a joke. Five guys, sittin' in a bullpen, in San Quentin. All wondering how the **** they got there. What should we have done, what didn't we do, who's fault is it, is it my fault, your fault, his fault, all that bull****. Then one of them says, hey. Wait a minute. When we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tellin' ****in' jokes! Get the message? Boys, I don't mean to holler at ya. When this caper's over - and I'm sure it'll be a successful one - we'll get down to the Hawaiian Islands, hell, I'll roll and laugh with all of ya. You'll find me a different character down there. Right now, it's a matter of business.
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Mr. Blonde: Listen kid, I'm not gonna bull**** you, all right? I don't give a good **** what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. [He removes his razor]
Mr. Blonde: You ever listen to K-Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies weekend? It's my personal favorite.
Mr. Blonde: You ever listen to K-Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies weekend? It's my personal favorite.
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Nice Guy Eddie: Let me say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get it straight in my head. You're saying that Mr. Blonde was gonna kill you, then when we got back, he was going kill us, take the satchel of diamonds, and scram. I'm right about that, right? That's correct? That's your story?
Mr. Orange: I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened.
Nice Guy Eddie: The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've ****in' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his ****ing mouth shut. And did his ****in' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the ****ing blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened?
Joe: [walks in] What the hell for? It'd just be more bull****.
Mr. Orange: I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened.
Nice Guy Eddie: The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've ****in' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his ****ing mouth shut. And did his ****in' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the ****ing blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened?
Joe: [walks in] What the hell for? It'd just be more bull****.
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Nice Guy Eddie: The chick got tired of him beatin' her so one night she walks in the guys bedroom and super glues his dick to his belly. Ambulance came and had to cut the prick loose.
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 ****in' hand stand?
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 ****in' hand stand?
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[after hearing Orange's smuggling story]
Joe: Only one thing to do in that case: **** in yer pants an' dive in and swim!
Joe: Only one thing to do in that case: **** in yer pants an' dive in and swim!
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Joe : So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard. Well, let me tell a joke. Five guys, sittin' in a bullpen, in San Quentin. All wondering how the fuck they got there. What should we have done, what didn't we do, who's fault is it, is it my fault, your fault, his fault, all that bullshit. Then one of them says, hey. Wait a minute. When we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tellin' fuckin' jokes! Get the message? Boys, I don't mean to holler at ya. When this caper's over - and I'm sure it'll be a successful one - we'll get down to the Hawaiian Islands, hell, I'll roll and laugh with all of ya. You'll find me a different character down there. Right now, it's a matter of business.
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Nice Guy Eddie : Did you see that, daddy?
Joe : What?
Nice Guy Eddie : That guy got me on the ground and he tried to fuck me.
Mr. Blonde : You wish.
Nice Guy Eddie : Listen, Vic. Whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go do it. But don't try to fuck me in my father's office - I don't think of you that way. I like you a lot man, but I don't think of you that way.
Mr. Blonde : Eddie, if I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn't even throw you to the posse.
Nice Guy Eddie : Of course not, you'd keep me for yourself, you sick bastard. Four years of fuckin' punks up the ass you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see one.
Joe : What?
Nice Guy Eddie : That guy got me on the ground and he tried to fuck me.
Mr. Blonde : You wish.
Nice Guy Eddie : Listen, Vic. Whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go do it. But don't try to fuck me in my father's office - I don't think of you that way. I like you a lot man, but I don't think of you that way.
Mr. Blonde : Eddie, if I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn't even throw you to the posse.
Nice Guy Eddie : Of course not, you'd keep me for yourself, you sick bastard. Four years of fuckin' punks up the ass you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see one.
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[ first lines ]
Mr. Brown : Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
Mr. Blonde : No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...
Mr. Brown : Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.
Joe : Toby... Who the fuck is Toby? Toby...
Mr. Brown : 'Like a Virgin' is not about this sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what "True Blue" is about, now, granted, no argument about that.
Mr. Orange : Which one is 'True Blue'?
Nice Guy Eddie : 'True Blue' was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue".
Mr. Orange : Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
Mr. Blonde : Personally, I can do without her.
Mr. Blue : I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
Mr. Brown : Hey, you guys are making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?
Joe : Oh, Toby was this Chinese girl, what was her last name?
Mr. White : What's that?
Joe : I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?
Mr. Brown : What the fuck was I talking about?
Mr. Pink : You said 'True Blue' was about a nice girl, a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, and that 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks. <
Mr. Brown : Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
Mr. Blonde : No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...
Mr. Brown : Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.
Joe : Toby... Who the fuck is Toby? Toby...
Mr. Brown : 'Like a Virgin' is not about this sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what "True Blue" is about, now, granted, no argument about that.
Mr. Orange : Which one is 'True Blue'?
Nice Guy Eddie : 'True Blue' was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue".
Mr. Orange : Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
Mr. Blonde : Personally, I can do without her.
Mr. Blue : I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
Mr. Brown : Hey, you guys are making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?
Joe : Oh, Toby was this Chinese girl, what was her last name?
Mr. White : What's that?
Joe : I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?
Mr. Brown : What the fuck was I talking about?
Mr. Pink : You said 'True Blue' was about a nice girl, a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, and that 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks. <
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Joe : This man set us up.
Nice Guy Eddie : Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell's happening.
Joe : It's all right, Eddie. I do.
Mr. White : What the fuck are you talking about?
Joe : That lump of shit's working with the L.A.P.D.
Mr. Orange : Joe, I don't have the slightest fucking idea what you're talking about.
Mr. White : Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.
Joe : Like hell I am.
Mr. White : Joe, trust me on this. You've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand. You're hot, you're super fucking pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man. He wouldn't do that.
Joe : You don't know jack shit! I do! The cocksucker tipped off the cops and had Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.
Mr. Pink : Mr. Blue is dead?
Joe : Dead as Dillinger.
Mr. White : How do you know all this?
Nice Guy Eddie : Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell's happening.
Joe : It's all right, Eddie. I do.
Mr. White : What the fuck are you talking about?
Joe : That lump of shit's working with the L.A.P.D.
Mr. Orange : Joe, I don't have the slightest fucking idea what you're talking about.
Mr. White : Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.
Joe : Like hell I am.
Mr. White : Joe, trust me on this. You've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand. You're hot, you're super fucking pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man. He wouldn't do that.
Joe : You don't know jack shit! I do! The cocksucker tipped off the cops and had Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.
Mr. Pink : Mr. Blue is dead?
Joe : Dead as Dillinger.
Mr. White : How do you know all this?
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Joe : He was the only one I wasn't 100% on. I should have my fuckin' head examined, going on a plan like this when I wasn't 100%.
Mr. White : [ shouting ] That's your proof?
Joe : You don't need proof when you have instinct.
Mr. White : [ shouting ] That's your proof?
Joe : You don't need proof when you have instinct.
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Mr. Orange : What happens if the manager won't give you the diamonds?
Mr. White : When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, 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. White : When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, 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.
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Mr. Orange : [ after killing Mr. Blonde ] Hey you, what's your name?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Marvin.
Mr. Orange : Marvin what?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Marvin Nash.
Mr. Orange : Listen to me, Marvin, I'm a c... [ pauses ]
Mr. Orange : ...listen to me, Marvin Nash, I'm a cop.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Yeah, I know.
Mr. Orange : You do?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Yeah, you're name's Freddy something.
Mr. Orange : Newendyke. Freddy Newendyke.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Frankie Ferchetti introduced us about five months ago.
Mr. Orange : Shit, I don't remember that at all.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : I do. Freddy... Freddy, how do I look?
Mr. Orange : [ Freddy laughs ] I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : That fuck! That sick fuck! That fucking bastard!
Mr. Orange : Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's cops waiting less than a block away.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : What the fuck are they waiting for? This fucking guy slashes my face, and he cuts my fucking ear off! I'm fucking deformed!
Mr. Orange : [ yells ] FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'M FUCKIN' DYING HERE! I'M FUCKIN' DYING! [ pauses and calms down ]
Mr. Orange : All right, now you heard them, we'll make the move when they get back, so don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fucking head through that door!
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Marvin.
Mr. Orange : Marvin what?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Marvin Nash.
Mr. Orange : Listen to me, Marvin, I'm a c... [ pauses ]
Mr. Orange : ...listen to me, Marvin Nash, I'm a cop.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Yeah, I know.
Mr. Orange : You do?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Yeah, you're name's Freddy something.
Mr. Orange : Newendyke. Freddy Newendyke.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : Frankie Ferchetti introduced us about five months ago.
Mr. Orange : Shit, I don't remember that at all.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : I do. Freddy... Freddy, how do I look?
Mr. Orange : [ Freddy laughs ] I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : That fuck! That sick fuck! That fucking bastard!
Mr. Orange : Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's cops waiting less than a block away.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash : What the fuck are they waiting for? This fucking guy slashes my face, and he cuts my fucking ear off! I'm fucking deformed!
Mr. Orange : [ yells ] FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'M FUCKIN' DYING HERE! I'M FUCKIN' DYING! [ pauses and calms down ]
Mr. Orange : All right, now you heard them, we'll make the move when they get back, so don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fucking head through that door!
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Mr. Blonde : Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. [ He removes his razor ]
Mr. Blonde : You ever listen to K-Billy's "Super Sounds of the Seventies" weekend? It's my personal favorite.
Mr. Blonde : You ever listen to K-Billy's "Super Sounds of the Seventies" weekend? It's my personal favorite.
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Mr. White : If you shoot this man, you die next. Repeat. If you shoot this man, you die next.
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Mr. Pink : I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips, that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it, put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin' type, 'cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent you're in for a big fuckin' surprise.
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Nice Guy Eddie : Yeah I'm sorry, I should have picked you up myself. This whole week has been fucked up, I've had my head up my ass the whole time.
Mr. Blonde : You know, that's funny, 'cause that's what me and your dad were just talkin' about.
Nice Guy Eddie : That I should have picked you up?
Mr. Blonde : No, that you got your head up your ass. I mean I walked in here and Joe's like, "Vic, thank god you're back. My son Eddie's a fuck-up. I mean I love the guy, but he's just flushin' everything down the toilet. He's ruining me." I mean that's what you said, right Joe? I'm not makin' this up.
Joe : I'm sorry you had to hear it like this Eddie. Vic asked me how business was, and you can't lie to a man who's done time for you.
Nice Guy Eddie : That's very true. [ he and Vic get into a wrestling contest ]
Mr. Blonde : You know, that's funny, 'cause that's what me and your dad were just talkin' about.
Nice Guy Eddie : That I should have picked you up?
Mr. Blonde : No, that you got your head up your ass. I mean I walked in here and Joe's like, "Vic, thank god you're back. My son Eddie's a fuck-up. I mean I love the guy, but he's just flushin' everything down the toilet. He's ruining me." I mean that's what you said, right Joe? I'm not makin' this up.
Joe : I'm sorry you had to hear it like this Eddie. Vic asked me how business was, and you can't lie to a man who's done time for you.
Nice Guy Eddie : That's very true. [ he and Vic get into a wrestling contest ]
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Mr. Pink : We were set up. The cops were waiting for us.
Nice Guy Eddie : What? Nobody set anybody up.
Mr. Pink : The cops were there waiting for us!
Nice Guy Eddie : Bull shit!
Mr. Pink : Hey, fuck you, man! You weren't there - we were! And I'm tellin' ya, the cops had that store staked out.
Nice Guy Eddie : Okay, Mr. Fucking Detective! You're so fucking smart. Who did it? Who set us up?
Mr. Pink : What the fuck d'ya think we've been askin' each other?
Nice Guy Eddie : And what are your answers? Was it me? You think I set you up?
Mr. Pink : I don't know, but somebody did!
Nice Guy Eddie : Nobody did! You assholes turn the jewelry store into a wild west show, and you wonder why the cops show up?
Nice Guy Eddie : What? Nobody set anybody up.
Mr. Pink : The cops were there waiting for us!
Nice Guy Eddie : Bull shit!
Mr. Pink : Hey, fuck you, man! You weren't there - we were! And I'm tellin' ya, the cops had that store staked out.
Nice Guy Eddie : Okay, Mr. Fucking Detective! You're so fucking smart. Who did it? Who set us up?
Mr. Pink : What the fuck d'ya think we've been askin' each other?
Nice Guy Eddie : And what are your answers? Was it me? You think I set you up?
Mr. Pink : I don't know, but somebody did!
Nice Guy Eddie : Nobody did! You assholes turn the jewelry store into a wild west show, and you wonder why the cops show up?
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Mr. White : [ fighting over what to do with the dying Mr. Orange ] If I have to tell you again to back off, you an' me are gonna go round and round.
Mr. Pink : We ain't taking him to a hospital.
Mr. White : If we don't, he'll die!
Mr. Pink : And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky, and some ain't.
Mr. White : [ shoving Mr. Pink ] That fuckin' did it!
Mr. Pink : Don't you fuckin' touch me, man!
Mr. White : [ punches Mr. Pink. He falls and Mr. White proceeds to kick him across the floor ] You little motherfucker!
Mr. Pink : [ rolling over and pulling out a gun ] You wanna fuck with me? I'll show ya who you're fuckin' with!
Mr. White : [ aiming his gun at Mr. Pink's face ] You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot!
Mr. Pink : Fuck you, White! I didn't create the situation, I'm just dealin' with it! You're acting like a first year fucking theif - I'm acting like a professional! If they get him, they can get you. They get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen! And you, motherfucker, are lookin' at me like it's MY fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than NOT to tell him! Fuck, fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name! You, buddy, are stuck in a situation YOU created. So, if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror!
Mr. Pink : We ain't taking him to a hospital.
Mr. White : If we don't, he'll die!
Mr. Pink : And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky, and some ain't.
Mr. White : [ shoving Mr. Pink ] That fuckin' did it!
Mr. Pink : Don't you fuckin' touch me, man!
Mr. White : [ punches Mr. Pink. He falls and Mr. White proceeds to kick him across the floor ] You little motherfucker!
Mr. Pink : [ rolling over and pulling out a gun ] You wanna fuck with me? I'll show ya who you're fuckin' with!
Mr. White : [ aiming his gun at Mr. Pink's face ] You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot!
Mr. Pink : Fuck you, White! I didn't create the situation, I'm just dealin' with it! You're acting like a first year fucking theif - I'm acting like a professional! If they get him, they can get you. They get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen! And you, motherfucker, are lookin' at me like it's MY fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than NOT to tell him! Fuck, fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name! You, buddy, are stuck in a situation YOU created. So, if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror!
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Nice Guy Eddie : [ on the phone as he drives to the warehouse ] All I know is what Vic told me. He said the place turned into a fucking bullet festival. He took a cop as hostage, just to get the fuck outta there. [ pause ]
Nice Guy Eddie : Do I sound like I'm joking? He's fuckin' driving around with a cop in his trunk!
Nice Guy Eddie : Do I sound like I'm joking? He's fuckin' driving around with a cop in his trunk!
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Nice Guy Eddie : C'mon, throw in a buck!
Mr. Pink : Uh-uh, I don't tip.
Nice Guy Eddie : You don't tip?
Mr. Pink : Nah, I don't believe in it.
Nice Guy Eddie : You don't believe in tipping?
Mr. Blue : You know what these chicks make? They make shit.
Mr. Pink : Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie : I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?
Mr. Pink : I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.
Mr. Blue : Hey, our girl was nice.
Mr. Pink : She was okay. She wasn't anything special.
Mr. Blue : What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie : I'd go over twelve percent for that.
Mr. Pink : Uh-uh, I don't tip.
Nice Guy Eddie : You don't tip?
Mr. Pink : Nah, I don't believe in it.
Nice Guy Eddie : You don't believe in tipping?
Mr. Blue : You know what these chicks make? They make shit.
Mr. Pink : Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie : I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?
Mr. Pink : I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.
Mr. Blue : Hey, our girl was nice.
Mr. Pink : She was okay. She wasn't anything special.
Mr. Blue : What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie : I'd go over twelve percent for that.
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Nice Guy Eddie : Let me say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get it straight in my head. You're saying that Mr. Blonde was gonna kill you, then when we got back, he was going kill us, take the satchel of diamonds, and scram. I'm right about that, right? That's correct? That's your story?
Mr. Orange : I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened.
Nice Guy Eddie : The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've fuckin' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his fucking mouth shut. And did his fuckin' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the fucking blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened?
Joe : [ walks in ] What the hell for? It'd just be more bullshit.
Mr. Orange : I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened.
Nice Guy Eddie : The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've fuckin' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his fucking mouth shut. And did his fuckin' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the fucking blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened?
Joe : [ walks in ] What the hell for? It'd just be more bullshit.
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Mr. Blonde : Listen, I appreciate what, you guys are doin' for me, but I was wonderin' when I can come back and, you know, do some real work.
Joe : Well, that's hard to say, It's kind of a strange time now. Things are a little...
Nice Guy Eddie : They're a little fucked-up is what they are. Listen we got a big meetin' goin' down in Vegas right now.
Joe : Just let Eddie for now set you up in Long Beach, get you some cash, Get this Scagnetti fuck off your back, and then we can start talkin' okay? Huh?
Nice Guy Eddie : Listen daddy, I got an idea. Now just, hear me out. Now, I know you don't like usin' the boys on jobs like these, but Vic has been nothin' but good luck for us. The guy's a fuckin' rabbits foot for cryin' out loud. I'd like to have him in. You know he's reliable and you damn well know trust him.
Joe : [ pause ] How would you feel about pulling off a job with about five other guys?
Mr. Blonde : I'd feel great about it.
Joe : Well, that's hard to say, It's kind of a strange time now. Things are a little...
Nice Guy Eddie : They're a little fucked-up is what they are. Listen we got a big meetin' goin' down in Vegas right now.
Joe : Just let Eddie for now set you up in Long Beach, get you some cash, Get this Scagnetti fuck off your back, and then we can start talkin' okay? Huh?
Nice Guy Eddie : Listen daddy, I got an idea. Now just, hear me out. Now, I know you don't like usin' the boys on jobs like these, but Vic has been nothin' but good luck for us. The guy's a fuckin' rabbits foot for cryin' out loud. I'd like to have him in. You know he's reliable and you damn well know trust him.
Joe : [ pause ] How would you feel about pulling off a job with about five other guys?
Mr. Blonde : I'd feel great about it.
Movie: Reservoir Dogs
Mr. Orange : This is a very weird situation. 'Cause I don't know if you remember back in '86 there was a major fucking drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin... -smoking the wood in their pipes for months. This chick had a bunch. And she's begging me to sell it. So I told her I wasn't going to be Joe the potman anymore, but I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that, said we'd keep the same arrangement as before; 10%, free pot for me, as long as I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed she was selling, she didn't want to go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her, but he's in county unexpectedly.
Mr. White : What for?
Mr. Orange : His traffic tickets. Got a warrant. They stopped him for something, found warrants on him, took him to county. Now she doesn't walk around alone with all that weed. I don't want to do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. But she keeps asking me, keeps asking me, keeps asking me, finally I said OK 'cause I'm sick of hearing it. Now, we're picking the guy up at the train station...
Nice Guy Eddie : Wait a minute. You go to the train station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you?
Mr. Orange : The guy needed it right away. Don't ask me why. Anyway, we're get to the station and we're waiting for the guy. I'm carrying the weed in one of those little carry-on bags. I got to take a piss. So I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys' room. So I walk in the mens' room, and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles county sheriffs and a German shepherd.
Nice Guy Eddie : They're waiting for you?
Mr. Orange : No, they're just a bunch of cops hanging out in the men's room, talking. When I walked through the door, they all stopped what they were talking about and they looked at me.
Mr. W
Mr. White : What for?
Mr. Orange : His traffic tickets. Got a warrant. They stopped him for something, found warrants on him, took him to county. Now she doesn't walk around alone with all that weed. I don't want to do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. But she keeps asking me, keeps asking me, keeps asking me, finally I said OK 'cause I'm sick of hearing it. Now, we're picking the guy up at the train station...
Nice Guy Eddie : Wait a minute. You go to the train station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you?
Mr. Orange : The guy needed it right away. Don't ask me why. Anyway, we're get to the station and we're waiting for the guy. I'm carrying the weed in one of those little carry-on bags. I got to take a piss. So I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys' room. So I walk in the mens' room, and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles county sheriffs and a German shepherd.
Nice Guy Eddie : They're waiting for you?
Mr. Orange : No, they're just a bunch of cops hanging out in the men's room, talking. When I walked through the door, they all stopped what they were talking about and they looked at me.
Mr. W
Movie: Reservoir Dogs
Marvin : I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want.
Mr. Blonde : Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that.
Mr. Blonde : Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that.
Movie: Reservoir Dogs