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**** 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.
Pulp Fiction (1994) · 110 quotes
6th most-quoted character in Pulp Fiction (1994): in 10 of its 110 quotes
Most scenes with: Jules Winnfield (2), Butch Coolidge (2)
What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' ****, 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.
More lines from Marsellus Wallace
5 quotesThe night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride **** with you. **** pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
Vincent Vega, my ****! Get your mother**** white ass over here!
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.
Step aside, Butch.
Scenes with Marsellus Wallace
4 scenesI don't wanna hear about no mother**** ifs! All I wanna hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the mother****er. Go back in there, chill them **** out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly."
You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the mother****er. Go back in there, chill them n*****s out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly.
You sending the Wolf?
Feel better, mother****er?
You okay?
Nah man, I'm pretty **** far from "okay".
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!
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.
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?
Deal.
Get your ass out of here.
Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do? ... Oh, no **** shit, she'll freak. That ain't no kinda answer. I mean, you know, I don't. How much, a lot or a little?
You got to appreciate what an explosive element this Bonnie situation is.
Um, she comes home from a hard day's work, finds a bunch of gangsters in the kitchen doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain't no telling what she's liable to do.
Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the if's.
I don't wanna hear 'bout no mother**** if's! All I wanna hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the mother****er. Go back in there, chill them **** out, and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly"!
You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the mother****er. Go back in there and chill them **** out and wait for The Wolf, who should be coming directly.
Oh, you feel better, mother****er?







