384 Best Movie Quotes

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.

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.

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!

Jules: You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Well, there's this passage I got memorized, sorta fits the occasion. 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 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 my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
[Jules and Vincent shoot and kill Brett]

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

Maynard: Nobody kills anyone in my store except me and Zed.
[doorbell rings]
Maynard: That's Zed.

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.

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.

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.

[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.

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.

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.

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.

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]

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.

Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
Butch: No, retard, from the fight.

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."

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

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.

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?

Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee!
[the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin's cup]
Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.

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!

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

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.
Fabienne: Blueberry pie.
Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?

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.

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?

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.

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!

[last lines]
Vincent: I think we should be leaving now.
Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Fabienne: Where's my Honda?
Butch: Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.

[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.

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

Jules: There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation: 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 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 my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."

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!

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.

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.

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

[Deleted scene]
Mia: In conversation, do you listen or wait to talk?
Vincent: I have to admit that I wait to talk, but I'm trying harder to listen.

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

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

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?

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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