Reservoir Dogs

Reservoir Dogs quotes

38 total quotes (ID: 492)

Mr. Blonde
Mr. Orange
Mr. Pink
Mr. White
Multiple Characters


Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?


BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. If they hadn't a done what I told them not to do they would still be alive.

Alone at last.

[after cutting off Marvin Nash's ear] Was that as good for you as it was for me? [steps back and begins talking to the ear] Hey what's goin' on? Can you hear that?

[about Joe Cabot] The Thing. Mother****er looks just like The Thing.

Mr. Brown: You guys are, like, making me lose my train of thought, here. I was sayin' something, what was it?

Mr. Brown: Mr. Brown? That sounds too much like Mr. Shit.

Joe Cabot: So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard. Well, let me tell a joke. Four guys, sittin' in a bullpen, in San Quentin. All wondering how the **** they got there. What should we have done, what didn't we do, who's fault is it, is it my fault, your fault, his fault, all that bullshit. Then one of them says, hey. Wait a minute. When we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tellin' ****in' jokes! Get the message? Boys, I don't mean to holler at ya. When this caper's over - and I'm sure it'll be a successful one - we'll get down to the Cayman Islands, hell, I'll roll and laugh with all of ya. You'll find me a different character down there. Right now, it's a matter of business.

Nice Guy Eddie: If you ****ing beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it ****ing so!

Mr. Pink: You wanna **** with me? I'll show you who you're ****ing with!
Mr. White: You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Go ahead. Take a shot.
Mr. Pink: **** you, White. I didn't create the situation, I'm dealing with it! You're acting like a first-year ****ing thief, I'm acting like a professional! They get him, they get you. They get you, they get closer to me and that can't happen! You're looking at me like it's my fault? I didn't tell him my name, I didn't tell him where I was from! Shit, fifteen minutes ago, you almost told me your name. Your buddy got stuck in a situation you created. So if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, go look in a mirror!
Mr. Blonde: You kids shouldn't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start crying.

Mr. Orange: What happens if the manager won't give you the diamonds?
Mr. White: When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says ****ing shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her face next, watch her shut the **** up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to **** around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.

Mr. Pink: We ain't taking him to a hospital.
Mr. White: If we don't, he's gonna die.
Mr. Pink: And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky and some ain't.

Mr. White: [snatches Joe's address book] Give me this ****ing thing.
Joe: What do you think you're doing? Give me back my book!
Mr. White: I'm sick of ****ing hearing it Joe, I'll give it back to you when we leave.
Joe: What do you mean, give it to me when we leave, give it back now.
Mr. White: For the past fifteen minutes, you've been droning on about names. Toby. Toby? Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? ****ing Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap... I-don't-know-what coming out of my right.

Mr. Pink: But why am I "Mr. Pink"?
Joe Cabot: Because you're a ****ing ****! All right?

Mr. Brown: O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular **** machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes mother****er and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the Great Escape, he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat ****s her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a **** machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."