That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fck up for a minute and comfortably share the silence.
Being SilentPulp Fiction, by Mia WallaceThis shit is between me, you, and Mr. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain rapist here.
Pulp Fiction, by Marcellus WallaceThe night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
Pulp Fiction, by Marcellus WallaceAny of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!
Pulp Fiction, by Honey BunnyVincent: "In Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. You know what they call 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 f-ck a Quarter Pounder is."
Jules: "Then what do they call it?"
Vincent: "They call it a Royale with cheese."
Jules: "What do they call a Big Mac?"
Vincent: "Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac."
Jules: "What do they call a Whopper?"
Vincent: "I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King."
Jules: "[shoots Brett in the shoulder] Does he look like a bitch?"
Brett: "No."
Jules: "Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?"
Brett: "I didn't..."
Jules: "Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. But Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace."
If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Pulp Fiction, by JulesEsmeralda: "What is your name?"
Butch: "Butch."
Esmeralda: "What does it mean?"
Butch: "I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit."
Pigs sleep and root in shit. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eatin' nothing that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
PigsPulp FictionThe 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 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.
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