Jules: (after shooting 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 Marcellus Wallace look like?
Jules: (smashes table) What country you from?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHAFUCKA! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: ...What? I—
Jules: (draws gun) SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! SAY! WHAT! AGAIN! I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE-DARE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER! SAY "WHAT" ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME!
Brett: H-he-he's black!
Jules: Go on!
Brett: He's bald!
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Jules: (gunshot) DOES?! HE?! LOOK?! LIKE?! A BITCH?!
Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't!
Jules: Yes, you did! Yes, you did, Brett! You tried to fuck him, and Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anyone except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?
Jules: Well, there's this passage I've got memorized, sorta fits the occasion. Ezekiel 25:17? "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 goodwill 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!" (he and Vincent shoot Brett dead)
Jimmy: 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. Jimmy, don't even worry about tha—
Jimmy: Nononono, don't think about anything. I want to ask you a question: When you came pulling in here, Did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: Jimmy, you know I ain't seen no shi—
Jimmy: (louder) Did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?!
Jules: ...No. I didn't.
Jimmy: You know why you didn't see that sign?
Jimmy: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Captain Koons: I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass, two years...
Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Fabienne: Who's Zed?
Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
Mia: ...I'll go to the bathroom and powder my nose...
"Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast."
Vincent: And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: Nah, 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: Royale with Cheese?
Vincent: That's right.
Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: A Big Mac is a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.
Vincent: Well, you gotta have an opinion. I mean do you think that God came down from heaven and stopped the bu—(gun goes off, splattering Marvin's brains all over the car)
Jules: OH! WHAT THE FUCK—
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!