I didn't call you a m**goloid, I called you a r***rd.
Most scenes together: Jules Winnfield & Vincent Vega (8), Jules Winnfield & Marsellus Wallace (2), Butch Coolidge & Marsellus Wallace (2)
Pulp Fiction quotes
Page 4 of 8I do believe Marsellus – my husband, your boss – told you to take me out and do whatever I wanted. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win, I want that trophy. So dance good.
I said God damn ... God damn!
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.
I used the same **** soap you did, and when I finished, the towel didn't look like no God damn maxi-pad.
I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat. I mean, he's got a weight problem. What's the n**ga gonna do? He's Samoan.
I'll be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail.
I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
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.
I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
If my answers frighten you, Vincent, then you should cease asking scary questions.
If you had a pot-belly, I would punch you in it.
It was a show about female secret agents called Fox Force Five. ... "Fox", as in we're a bunch of foxy chicks; "Force", as in we're a force to be reckoned with; and "Five", as in there's 1-2-3-4-5 of us.
It's a chopper, baby.
Jules, you give that **** nimrod $1,500, I'll shoot him on general principle.