->'''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?\\
'''Brett:''' Wha-what?\\
'''Jules:''' (''smashes table'') What country you from?\\
'''Brett:''' What?\\
'''Jules:''' "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?\\
'''Brett:''' What?\\
'''Brett:''' Yes!\\
'''Jules:''' Then you know what I'm saying!\\
'''Brett:''' Yes!\\
'''Jules:''' Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!\\
'''Brett:''' ...What? I--\\
'''Brett:''' H-he-he's black!\\
'''Jules:''' Go on!\\
'''Brett:''' He's bald!\\
'''Jules:''' Does he look like a bitch?\\
'''Brett:''' What?\\
'''Jules:''' (''[[{{Kneecapping}} gunshot]]'') '''''[[PunctuatedForEmphasis DOES?! HE?! LOOK?! LIKE?! A BITCH?!]]'''''\\
'''Brett:''' [[BigNo NOOOOO!]]\\
'''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?\\
'''Brett:''' Yes.\\
'''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?\\
'''Jules:''' ''(sighs)'' Why?\\
'''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:''' [[InsistentTerminology It's a chopper]], baby.\\
'''Fabienne:''' Whose chopper is this?\\
'''Butch:''' [[CorruptCop Zed's.]]\\
'''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:''' [[Administrivia/TheSameButMoreSpecific 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--(''[[IJustShotMarvinInTheFace gun goes off]], [[LudicrousGibs splattering Marvin's brains all over the car]]'')\\
'''Jules''': OH! WHAT THE FUCK'S HAPPENIN-- AW, ''SHIT'', MAN!\\
'''Vincent''': Oh man, [[IJustShotMarvinInTheFace I shot Marvin in]] [[TropeNamer the face]].\\
'''Vincent''': Well, I didn't mean to do it; it was an accident!

->'''Butch: '''What now?\\
'''Marsellus: '''What now? Well let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll [[ColdBloodedTorture go to work]] on homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. ''(to Zed)'' Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on your ass.\\
'''Butch: '''I meant what now, between me and you?\\
'''Marsellus: '''Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell ya what now between me an' you. Thereis no me an' you. Not no more.\\
'''Butch: '''So we're cool?\\
'''Marsellus: '''Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I ask two things I ask: Don't tell nobody about this. This shit's between me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you're gone, stay gone. You've lost your Los Angeles privileges. Deal?\\
'''Butch: '''Deal.