Butch Coolidge I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
Played by Bruce Willis 
Pulp Fiction (1994) · 110 quotes
Pulp Fiction (1994) · 110 quotes
4th most-quoted character in Pulp Fiction (1994): in 13 of its 110 quotes
Most scenes with: Marsellus Wallace (2)
Fabienne, that was my father's **** watch. You know what my father went through to get me that watch? I don't have time to get into it, but he went through a lot. Now all this other shit you could've set on fire, but I specifically reminded you not to forget the **** watch! Now think, did you get it?
More lines from Butch Coolidge
10 quotes Butch Coolidge Butch Coolidge Sorry, baby. I had to crash that Honda.
Butch Coolidge That's how you're gonna beat them, Butch. They keep underestimating ya ...
Butch Coolidge It's a chopper, baby.
Butch Coolidge Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
Butch Coolidge If you had a pot-belly, I would punch you in it.
Butch Coolidge I didn't call you a m**goloid, I called you a r***rd.
Butch Coolidge Since I left you, this has been the single weirdest ****in' day of my life.
Butch Coolidge You were looking in the mirror and you decided you want some pot?
Butch Coolidge [Driving back to his apartment to retrieve his father’s gold watch]
Shit! Of all the **** things she could **** forget, she forgets my father’s watch! I specifically reminded her; bedside table. On the kangaroo. I said the words “don’t forget my father’s watch”.
Scenes with Butch Coolidge
2 scenes Butch You okay?
Nah man, I'm pretty **** far from "okay".
Butch What now?
What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple of hard, pipe-hitting **** to 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'm gonna get medieval on yo' ass!
Butch I meant "what now" between me and you.
Oh, that "what now." I tell you "what now" between me and you. There is no "me and you". Not no more.
Butch So we cool?
Yeah, we cool. Two things: one, don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain rapist here. It ain't noboby else's business. Two, you leave town tonight, right now, and when you gone, you stay gone or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?
Butch Deal.
Get your ass out of here.
