Marv: I don't know about you, but I'm having a ball.
The ending of Fat Man and Little Boy, which is about Schlubb and Klump contemplating whether to steal a corpse's fine boots. It's rigged with a bomb...
Schlubb: I believe we have been properly chastised, Mr. Klump.
Klump: So it would appear, Mr. Schlubb.
Pretty much any time Schlubb and Klump open their mouths—such as when they argue over the Awesome, but Impractical car Klump has chosen to drive to the motel in That Yellow Bastard. Especially when Klump brings up its "sheer phallic majesty"....
When a badly wounded Dwight is threatened by Miho with a blade on his back, Goldie and Wendy standing in front demanding him to leave Old Town, he thinks:
The entire (hallucinated) conversation between Dwight and Jackie-Boy.
"You shut the hell up Jackie-Boy. You're dead. I'm imagining that you're talking so just shut the hell up."
When Miho rescues Dwight from the tar pits:
"You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God...and if you'd shown up 10 minutes earlier we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
In Sin City: A Dame to Kill For, Johnny getting medical attention from Back-Alley Doctor Kroenig (played by Christopher Lloyd) counts as both this and Nausea Fuel. Especially when Johnny runs out of money mid-surgery and has to give Kroenig his shoe in order to pay for the rest of the job.