Pulp Fiction Quotes

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Pulp Fiction



Pulp Fiction

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The lives of two mob hitmen, a boxer, a gangster and his wife, and a pair of diner bandits intertwine in four tales of violence and redemption.


    Crime, Drama




    English, Spanish, French

Quotes from Pulp Fiction

Mia: Don't you hate that?

Vincent: What?

Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.

Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?

Butch: It's a chopper, baby.

Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?

Butch: It's Zed's.

Fabienne: Who's Zed?

Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.

The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.

Esmeralda: What is your name?

Butch: Butch.

Esmeralda: What does it mean?

Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.

Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.

Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.

Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!

Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!

Jules: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet.

Pumpkin: Which one is it?

Jules: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker.

Vincent: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.

Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke?

Vincent: Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.

Mia: No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

Vincent: I can't wait.

Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.

Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

[Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive]

Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.

The Wolf: You see that, young lady? Respect. Respect for one's elders gives character.

Raquel: I have character.

The Wolf: Just because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character.

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Jules: Bitch, be cool!

Marsellus: I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.

Lance: Hey, whattya think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. You wanna hang out, get high?

Vincent: Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face?

Lance: No, that's Jody. That's my wife.

Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, 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.

Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry which should be coming directly.

Marsellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.

Jules: Shit Negro! That's all you had to say!

Jules: Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules: Tell him, Vincent.

Vincent: Royale with cheese.

Jules: Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherfucker.

Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.

Vincent: How many up there?

Jules: Three or four.

Vincent: That's countin' our guy?

Jules: Not sure.

Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?

Jules: It's possible.

Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.

Lance: If you're all right, then say something.

Mia: Something.

Vincent: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

Jules: What?

Vincent: Mayonnaise.

Jules: Goddamn.

Vincent: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.

Jules: I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I've had a gun pointed at me.

Pumpkin: You don't take your fucking hand off that case, it'll be your last.

[Butch comes up beside Vincent at the bar]

Butch: You lookin at something, friend?

Vincent: You ain't my friend, Palooka.

Butch: What's that?

Vincent: I think you heard me just fine, Punchy.

Butch: So we cool?

Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. 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 nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?

Butch: Deal.

Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.

The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?

Jimmie: Sure is.

The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.

Jimmie: Good, we got one.

The Wolf: So I heard. May I come in?

Jimmie: Uh, yeah, please do.

Jules: You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?

Vincent: Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?

Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What's the nigger gonna do? He's Samoan.

Jules: Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open.

Vincent: What the fuck does that mean?

Jules: It means, that's it for me. From here on in you can consider my ass retired.

Vincent: Jesus Christ.

Jules: Don't blaspheme.

Vincent: Goddamn.

Jules: I said don't do that!

Jules: Yolanda? How we doin, baby?

Yolanda: I gotta go pee! I want to go home.

Jules: Just hang in there, baby. You're doing' great. Ringo's proud of you and so am I. It's almost over. Tell her you're proud of her.

Pumpkin: I'm proud of you, Honey Bunny.

Yolanda: I love you!

Pumpkin: I love you too, Honey Bunny.

Butch: I think I cracked a rib.

Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?

Butch: No, retard, from the fight.

Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee!

[the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin's cup]

Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.

Jules: [All while Honey Bunny is screaming] Tell that bitch to be cool! Say 'bitch be cool'!

Pumpkin: Be cool honey!

Jules: Say bitch be cool! Tell that fuckin' bitch to chill!

Pumpkin: Be cool Honey Bunny!

Jules: Chill that fuckin' bitch out!

Pumpkin: Shut up, Honey!

Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.

The Wolf: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie?

Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.

Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.

Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.

The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?

Vincent: Redondo Beach.

Jules: Inglewood.

The Wolf: In your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the sticks, gentlemen.

[last lines]

Vincent: I think we should be leaving now.

Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Lance: Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!

Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.

Fabienne: Blueberry pie.

Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?

Jody: [after Mia survives an overdose from an adrenaline injection] That was pretty fucking trippy...


Marsellus: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers 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.

Maynard: Nobody kills anyone in my store except me and Zed.

[doorbell rings]

Maynard: That's Zed.

Jules: You read the Bible, Brett?

Brett: Yes.

Jules: Well, there's this passage I got memorized, sorta fits the occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

[Jules and Vincent shoot and kill Brett]

Vincent: [parks car outside a West Hollywood restaurant] What the fuck is this place?

Mia: This is "Jack Rabbit Slim's". An Elvis man should love it.

Vincent: Come on, Mia. Let's go and get a steak.

Mia: You can get a steak here daddy-o. Don't be a...

[Mia draws a rectangle in the air, though it's meant to be a "square"]

Vincent: Oh after you, Kitty Kat.

Mia: I have to go powder my nose.

Vincent: [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

Butch: [driving back to his apartment after Fabienne forgot to get his watch]


Butch: Shit! Of all the fucking things she could forget, she forgets my father's watch!

[normal voice]

Butch: I specifically reminded her - bedside table! On the Kangaroo! I said the words, "Don't forget my father's watch."

Jody: Lance! The goddamn phone's ringing!

Lance: [getting up to answer the phone] I can hear it.

Jody: I thought you told those fucking assholes never to call here this late!

Lance: Yeah, I told them. And that is exactly what I'm going to tell this fucking asshole, right now.

[first title card]

Title Card: pulp /'p&lp/ n. 1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter.

Title Card: 2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.

Title Card: American Heritage Dictionary

Title Card: New College Edition

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