Pulp Fiction (1994)
John Travolta: Vincent Vega
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Mia : Don't you hate that?
Vincent : What?
Mia : Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent : I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia : That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
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Jules : You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at?
Marvin : It's over th...
Jules : I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?
Roger : It's in the cupboard.
[Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard]
Roger : No, no, the one by your kn-knees.
Jules : We happy?
[Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents]
Jules : Vincent! We happy?
Vincent : Yeah, we happy.
Brett : I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours...
Jules : My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.
Brett : No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...
Jules : [Jules shoots 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 : What?
Jules : What country are you from?
Brett : What? What? Wh - ?
Jules : "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Brett : What?
Jules : English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Brett : Yes! Yes!
Jules : Then you know what I'm sayin'!
Brett : Yes!
Jules : Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett : What?
Jules : Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
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Vincent : And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules : They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent : No 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 : A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent : Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules : Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent : I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
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Vincent : Want some bacon?
Jules : No man, I don't eat pork.
Vincent : Are you Jewish?
Jules : Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
Vincent : Why not?
Jules : Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent : Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules : Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Vincent : How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.
Jules : I don't eat dog either.
Vincent : Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules : I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent : Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules : Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charming motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Jules : [Vincent and Jules are cleaning the inside of the car which is covered in blood] Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.
Vincent : Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that?
Jules : Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.
Vincent : I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now, right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, right, and you got me the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red. That's all. I could blow.
Jules : Oh! Oh! You ready to blow?
Vincent : Yeah, I'm ready to blow.
Jules : Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!
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The Wolf : Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent : A please would be nice.
The Wolf : Come again?
Vincent : I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf : Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules : No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent : I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
The Wolf : If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
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Vincent : Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
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[cleaning their bloody hands]
Jules : Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?
Vincent : I was dryin' my hands.
Jules : You're supposed to wash 'em first!
Vincent : You watched me wash 'em.
Jules : I watched you get 'em wet.
Vincent : I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.
Jules : I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!
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Jules : Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent : It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules : Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent : Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules : [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.
Vincent : Given a lot of 'em?
Jules : Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Vincent : Would you give a guy a foot massage?
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules : Fuck you.
Vincent : You give them a lot?
Jules : Fuck you.
Vincent : You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules : Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
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Mia : Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke?
Vincent : Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.
Mia : No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.
Vincent : I can't wait.
Mia : Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.
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[Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off]
Vincent : Whoa!
Jules : What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, 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!
Jules : Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time...
Vincent : Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.
Jules : Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump!
Vincent : Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.
Jules : Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!
Vincent : I don't believe it.
Jules : Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
Vincent : Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.
Jules : This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.
Vincent : Well Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man!
Jules : Shit!
[Jules dials a number on his cell phone]
Vincent : What you doin'?
Jules : I'm calling Jimmie, my old partner. He lives in Toluca Lake.
Vincent : Where's Toluca Lake?
Jules : It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8.
[into the phone]
Jules : Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.
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Lance : You're going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she's got, uh, breastplate...
[taps Mia's chest]
Lance : So you gotta pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
[demonstrates]
Vincent : I-I gotta stab her three times?
Lance : No, you don't gotta fucking stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it's gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger.
Vincent : What happens after that?
Lance : I'm kinda curious about that myself...
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Jules : Hey kids! How you boys doin'?
[to man laying on the couch]
Jules : Hey, keep chillin'. You know who we are? We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don't you? Let me take a wild guess here. You're Brett, right?
Brett : Yeah.
Jules : I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don't you, Brett?
Brett : Yeah, yeah, I remember him.
Jules : Good. Looks like me an Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?
Brett : Hamburgers.
Jules : Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers?
Brett : Ch-cheeseburgers.
Jules : No, no no, where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?
Brett : Big Kahuna Burger.
Jules : Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they?
Brett : They're good.
Jules : Mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right?
[Picks up burger and takes a bite]
Jules : Mmm-mmmm. That is a tasty burger. Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger?
[Vincent shakes his head]
Jules : Wanna bite? They're real tasty.
Vincent : Ain't hungry.
Jules : Well, if you like burgers give 'em a try sometime. I can't usually get 'em myself because my girlfriend's a vegitarian which pretty much makes me a vegitarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mm-mm-mm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?
Brett : No.
Jules : Tell 'em, Vincent.
Vincent : A Royale with cheese.
Jules : A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?
Brett : Because of the metric system?
Jules : Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right. The metric system. What's in this?
Brett : Sprite.
Jules : Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?
Brett : Go right ahead.
Jules : Ah, hit the spot.
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Jules : This was Divine Intervention! You know what "divine intervention" is?
Vincent : Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
Jules : Yeah, man, that's what it means. That's exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
Vincent : I think we should be going now.
Jules : Don't do that! Don't you fucking do that! Don't blow this shit off! What just happened was a fucking miracle!
Vincent : Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens.
Jules : Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn't just happen.
Vincent : Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?
Jules : We should be fuckin' dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!
Vincent : Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?
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Jules : [talking about Mia, Marsellus Wallace's wife] I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.
Vincent : Pilot? What's a pilot?
Jules : Well, you know the shows on TV?
Vincent : I don't watch TV.
Jules : Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?
Vincent : Yeah.
Jules : Well, the way they pick TV shows is, they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows, and on the strength of that one show they decide if they want to make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don't, become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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]
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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.
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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.
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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?
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Vincent : Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.
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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!
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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.
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Mia : So did you think of something to say?
Vincent : Actually, I did. However, you seem like a really nice person, and I... I don't want to offend you.
Mia : Oooh! This doesn't sound like the usual mindless boring getting to know you chit chat. It sounds like you actually have something to say.
Vincent : Well, well, I do, I do. But you have to promise not to be offended.
Mia : No. No, no. You can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're going to ask me. So you can go ahead and ask me what you're going to ask me, and my natural response could be to get offended, then through no fault of my own I would have broken my promise.
Vincent : Let's just forget it.
Mia : That's an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility.
Vincent : Is that a fact?
Mia : Besides, isn't it more, ah, exciting when you don't have permission?
Vincent : Alright, alright. Welp. Here goes. Uh. What did you, um, think about what happened to Antoine?
Mia : Who's Antoine?
Vincent : Tony Rocky Horror. You know him.
Mia : Fell out of a window.
Vincent : Hmm, hmm. Well, that is one way to say it. Another way to say it would be that he was thrown out. Another way would be that he was thrown out by Marcellus. And yet even another way to say it was that he was thrown out of the window by Marcellus because of you.
Mia : Is that a fact?
Vincent : No, no. It's not a fact, it's just what I heard. It's just what I heard.
Mia : Who told you?
Vincent : They.
Mia : They talk a lot, don't they?
Vincent : They certainly do. They certainly do.
Mia : Don't be shy, Vincent, what else did they say?
Vincent : Well, I'm, I'm not shy, um...
Mia : Did it involve the F word?
Vincent : No. No, no. They just said that Antoine had given you a foot massage.
Mia : And?
Vincent : And nothing, nothing. That's it.
Mia : You heard Marcellus threw Tony Rocky Horror out a four story window for giving me a foot massage? And you believe that?
Vincent : [Chuckles] Well, I mean, at the time I was told, it sounded reasonable.
Mia : Marcellus throwing Tony out of a four story window for massaging my feet seem reasonable?
Vincent : No, it seemed excessive, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I mean, I understand Marcellus is very, very protective of you.
Mia : A husband being protective of his wife is one thing, a husband almost killing another man for touching his wife's feet is something else.
Vincent : But did it happen?
Mia : The only thing Antoine ever touched of mine was my hand, when he shook it, at my wedding.
Vincent : Really?
Mia : Truth is, nobody knows why Marcellus threw Tony out of that four story window except Marcellus and Tony. When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Vincent : That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.
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Jules : Why you so interested in the big man's wife?
Vincent : He's goin' out of town, Florida. And he asked me if I'd take care of her while he's gone.
Jules : [motioning a gun to the head] Take care of her?
Vincent : No, man. Just take her out. Show her a good time. Make sure she don't get lonely.
Jules : You're gonna be taking Mia Wallace out on a date?
Vincent : It is not a date. It's just like if you were gonna take your buddy's wife to a movie or somethin'. It's just good company, that's all.
[Jules looks at him as though to say, 'Really?']
Vincent : It's not a date. It's definitely not a date.
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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?
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Jules : So, tell me again about the hashbars?
Vincent : Okay, what you wanna know?
Jules : Hash is legal there in Amsterdam, right?
Vincent : Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't just walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffing away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places.
Jules : And those are hashbars?
Vincent : Yeah. It breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's still illegal to carry it around, but that doesn't really matter 'cause... get a load of this: if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have.
Jules : [laughing] I'm going, that's all there is to it, I'm fuckin' going.
Vincent : Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most.
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The Wolf : Now boys, listen up. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?
Jules : Don't do shit unless.
The Wolf : Unless what?
Jules : Unless you do it first.
The Wolf : Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?
Vincent : Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don't know why, and now you're helping us out of the situation. I'm cool with it, all right?
The Wolf : Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
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Vincent : [Lance is looking for a medical book] Hurry up, Lance! We're losing her!
Lance : I'm lookin' as fast as I can!
Jody : [to Vincent] What's he looking for?
Vincent : I dunno. Some book.
Jody : [to Lance] What're you looking for?
Lance : A little black medical book!
Jody : What're you looking for?
Lance : A little black fuckin' medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses.
Jody : I never saw no medical book.
Lance : Trust me, I have one.
Jody : Well, if it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot?
Lance : I DON'T KNOW! STOP BOTHERING ME!
Jody : Listen, while you're looking for it, that girl's gonna die on our carpet! You're never gonna find anything in this mess!
Lance : I'm gonna fuckin' kill you IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!
Vincent : [from the other room] STOP ARGUING AND GET IN HERE!
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Jody : [seeing Mia on the floor] Who's she?
Lance : Look, go to the fridge and get the thing with the O.D. adrenalin shot.
Jody : What's wrong with her?
Vincent : She's O.D.ing!
Jody : Get her the hell outta her!
Lance , Vincent : GET THE SHOT!
Jody : Fuck you! Fuck you, too!
Vincent : What a fuckin' bitch!
Lance : You just keep talking to her, all right? She's getting the shot, I'm gonna get my little black medical book.
Vincent : What the fuck do you need a medical book for?
Lance : I've never had to give an adrenalin shot.
Vincent : You never give an adrenalin shot?
Lance : I've never had to, all right! I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers! My friends can handle their highs!
Vincent : GET THE SHOT!
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Marvin : [cowering and shivering in the corner after seeing Brett get shot down by Jules and Vincent] Oh, fuck! I'm fucked. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
Vincent : Is he a friend of yours?
Jules : Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.
Vincent : [as Marvin continues crying and carrying on] Better tell him to shut the fuck up. He's gettin' on my nerves!
Jules : Marvin? Marvin... MARVIN!
[Marvin looks up]
Jules : I'd knock that shit off if I was you.
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Vincent : If you'll excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack.
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Vincent : Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.
Lance : Am I a nigger? Are we in Inglewood? No... You're in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any day of the fuckin' week.
Vincent : That's a bold statement.
Lance : This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is fucking dead as... dead. Heroin, it's coming back in a big fucking way.
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Jules : [about Antoine] Well, Marsellus fucked him up good. Word around the campfire was it was on account of Marsellus' wife.
Vincent : So what'd he do, fuck her?
Jules : No, no, nothing that bad.
Vincent : Well, what then?
Jules : Gave her a foot massage.
Vincent : Foot massage? That's it? What did Marsellus do?
Jules : Sent a couple cats over to his place, they took him out on his patio, threw his ass over the balcony. There was a little house at the bottom, enclosed in glass, like a greenhouse. Nigger fell through that. Since then he's kind of developed a speech impediment.
Vincent : That's a damn shame.
Jules : Mmm.
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[after Mia has her overdose]
Vincent : Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
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Vincent : Jules, you give that fucking nimrod $1500 and I'll shoot him on general principle.
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Vincent : [TV Version] Go home, cool off, and that's all you got to do.
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Vincent : I think it's like a wax museum with a pulse.
[about JackRabbit Slim's]
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Lance : Am I a nigger? Are you in Inglewood? No. You're in my house. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. My shit, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with Amsterdam shit any ol' day of the fuckin' week.
Vincent : That's a bold statement.
Lance : This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market. Coke's fucking dead as disco. Heroin's comin' back in a big fuckin' way. It's this whole seventies retro. Bell bottoms, heroin, they're hot as Hell.