Pulp Fiction

Pulp Fiction quotes

106 total quotes (ID: 473)

Butch Coolidge
Jules Winnfield
Lance
Marsellus Wallace
Mia Wallace
Multiple Characters
References
Vincent Vega
Winston Wolfe


Mia Wallace: 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 **** up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.


[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.

Well, yeah. I was just sitting here, eating my muffin, drinking my coffee, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.

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.

Jules: ****, ****, what the **** did you just do to his towel, man?!
Vincent: I was drying my hands.
Jules: You're supposed to wash them first!
Vincent: Well, you watched me wash them!
Jules: I watched you get them wet!
Vincent: I was washing them. This shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava, I could have done a better job.
Jules: I used the same ****ing soap you did, and when I finished, the towel didn't look like no God damn maxi-pad. What if Jimmie was to come in here and see his towel like this, Vincent? It's shit like this that's gonna bring this situation to a head, man!

Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.
Lance: Am I a ****? 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 ****ing week.
Vincent: That's a bold statement.
Lance: This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is ****ing dead as ... dead. Heroin, it's coming back in a big ****ing way.

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.

Three tomatoes are walking down the street, papa tomato, mama tomato, and baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. The papa tomato gets really angry, goes back and squishes him, says: "Ketchup!"

Only thing Antoine ever touched of mine was my hand when he shook it ... at my wedding. ... Truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus threw Tony out of that fourth-story window except Marsellus and Tony. When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle.

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.

Zed: Bring out the Gimp.
Maynard: But the Gimp's sleeping.
Zed: Well, I guess you just have to go wake him up now, won't you?

Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now, when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when mother****ers get scared, that's when mother****ers accidentally get shot. But I don't want that. And you don't want that. And Ringo here definitely doesn't want that.

Zed: Eeny meany miney mo, catch a **** by the toe ... if he hollers, let him go ... eeny meany miney ... [points at Marsellus]

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

No, no, no. You can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're gonna 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.