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Honey Bunny: I love you, Pumpkin.
Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.
Pumpkin (pulls out a gun and stands on the booth): All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Honey Bunny: Any of you FUCKING PRICKS move, and I'll execute EVERY MOTHERFUCKING LAST ONE OF YOU! (opening credits roll to "Misirlou" at full blast)

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 Marsellus 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?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: ...What? I—
Jules: (draws gun) SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! SAY "WHAT" A-GAIN! 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?
Brett: What?
Jules: (gunshot) DOES?! HE?! LOOK?! LIKE?! A BITCH?!
Brett: 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 Marsellus 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 inequities 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!"
Brett: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
(Jules and Vincent shoot Brett dead)

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Jules: Mmm. Goddamn, Jimmie! This some serious gourmet shit! Me and Vincent would've been satisfied with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, right? And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: Wha...?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fuckin' good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it; I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. 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. Jimmie, don't even worry about tha—
Jimmie: 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: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no shi—
Jimmie: (louder) Did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?!
Jules: No... I didn't.
Jimmie: You know why you didn't see that sign?
Jules: (sighs) Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!

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Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Butch: 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: A Big Mac is a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.

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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'S HAPPENIN— AW, SHIT, MAN!
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!

Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw, man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm-a call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggas, to go to work on the homos here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. (to Zed) You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight! I'm-a get medieval on your ass!
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that "what now". I tell ya what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Butch: So we cool?
Marsellus: Yeah, we're cool. Two things: Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-to-Be-Livin'-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've lost all your LA privileges. Deal?
Butch: Deal.
Marsellus: Get your ass outta here.

Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.

Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. 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 the 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 I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now, I been saying that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the Shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the Shepherd.

Vincent: I think we should be leaving now.
Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
(The two hitmen walk to the diner's entrance with a casual swagger, mindfully shove their guns into their pants waists, and exit with a bell ringing as they go out the door. End credits)


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