Pulp Fiction quotes

View Quote Ain't no ****ing ball park neither! Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but you know touching his wife's feet and sticking your tongue in the holiest of holies ain't the same ****ing ball park. It ain't the same league. It ain't even the same ****ing sport! Look, foot massages don't mean shit!

View Quote There's this 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 my name is The Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."[1] I been saying that shit for years. And if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a mother****er 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. 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.

View Quote [When the manager tells him to stop causing problems and getting them all killed] Shut the **** up, fat man, this ain't none of your god-damned business!

View Quote Oh, oh – you ready to blow?! Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-laying mother****er, mother****er! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly TNT! I'm the Guns of the Navarone! In fact, what the **** am I doing in the back?! You're the mother****er who should be on brain detail! We're ****ing switching, I'm washing the windows and you're picking up this ****'s skull.

View Quote You don't **** with another man's vehicle. It's just against the rules.

View Quote [To himself] So you're gonna go out there, drink your drink, say "Goodnight, I've had a very lovely evening", go home, jerk off. And that's all you're gonna do.

View Quote Well, you gotta have an opinion! I mean, do you think that God came down from heaven and stopped the – [he accidentally shoots Marvin]

View Quote A "please" would be nice.

View Quote I didn't call you a m**goloid, I called you a r***rd.

View Quote Are you talking to me on a cellular phone? I don't know you, who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone, prank caller. Prank caller!

View Quote I think you are gonna find, when this shit is over ... I think you're gonna find yourself one smiling mother****er. The thing is, Butch, right now, you've got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don't last. And your days are just about over. Now, that's a hard mother****ing fact of life. But it's a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about. See, this business is filled to the brim with unrealistic mother****ers. Mother****ers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't. Besides, Butch, how many fights you think you got left in you anyway? Two? Boxers don't have an "old timer's league". You came close, but you never made it, and if you were gonna make it, you would have made it before now.

View Quote The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride ****ing with you. **** pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.

View Quote Vincent Vega, my ****! Get your mother****ing white ass over here!

View Quote I'm prepared to scour the Earth for that mother****er. If Butch goes to Indo-China, I want a **** hiding in a bowl of rice waiting to pop a cap in his ass.

View Quote What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' ****s, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.