Reservoir Dogs

Reservoir Dogs quotes

38 total quotes (ID: 492)

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

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. 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.

Nice Guy Eddie: C'mon, throw in a buck!
Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don't tip.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don't tip?
Mr. Pink: I don't believe in it.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don't believe in tipping?
Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit.
Mr. Pink: Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie: I don't even know a ****ing Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you never ever tip, huh?
Mr. Pink: I don't tip because society says I have to. Alright, I tip when somebody really deserves a tip. If they put forth an effort, I'll give them something extra. But I mean, this tipping automatically, that's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned they're just doing their job.
Mr. Blue: Hey, this girl was nice.
Mr. Pink: She was okay. But she wasn't anything special.
Mr. Blue: What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie: I'd go over twelve percent for that.

Nice Guy Eddie: Did you see that daddy? Guy got me on the ground and he tried to **** me.
Vic Vega (aka Mr. Blonde): You wish.
Nice Guy Eddie: Listen Vic, I don't mind what you do, but don't try to **** me in my father's office, I don't think of you that way. I like you a lot man, but I don't think of you that way.
Vic: Eddie, if I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn't even throw you to the posse.
Nice Guy Eddie: Of course not, you'd keep me for yourself, you sick bastard. Four years of ****in' punks up the ass you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see one.

Nice Guy Eddie: Let me say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get it straight in my head. You're saying that Mr. Blonde was gonna kill you, then when we got back, he was going kill us, take the satchel of diamonds, and scram. I'm right about that, right? That's correct? That's your story?
Mr. Orange: I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened.
Nice Guy Eddie: The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've ****in' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his ****ing mouth shut. And did his ****in' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the ****ing blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened?
Joe: [walks in] What the hell for? It'd just be more bullshit.

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

[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?

[rubs his middle finger and thumb against each other] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.

Alone at last.

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.

Cut off one of his fingers...the little one.

Don't pussy out on me now. They don't know. They don't know shit. You're not gonna get hurt. You're ****ing beretta. They believe every ****ing word 'cause you're super cool.

**** you! **** you! I'm ****ing dying here, I'm ****ing dying!!

I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way or the other, you're gettin' outta my way.