| Jules Winnfield: |
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! |
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| Vincent Vega: |
[Y]ou know what the funniest thing about Europe is? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
What? |
| Vincent Vega: |
It's the little differences. I mean they got the same
sh** over there that they got here, but it's just, just
there it's a little different. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Example. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater and buy
a beer. And, I don't mean just like a paper cup, I'm talking
about a glass of beer. And, in Paris, you can buy a beer
in McDonald's. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder
with Cheese in Paris? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese? |
| Vincent Vega: |
No, man, they got the metric system, they don't know what
the fu** a Quarter Pounder is. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
What do they call it? |
| Vincent Vega: |
They call it a Royal with Cheese. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Royal with Cheese. |
| Vincent Vega: |
That's right. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
What do they call a Big Mac? |
| Vincent Vega: |
Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Le Big Mac. What do they call a Whopper? |
| Vincent Vega: |
I don't know. I didn't go into Burger King. |
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| Vincent Vega: |
Anton probably didn't expect Marsellus to react the way
he did, but he had to expect a reaction. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
It was a foot massage. A foot massage is nothing. I give
my mother a foot massage. |
| Vincent Vega: |
It's laying your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus'
new wife. Is it as bad as eating her pussy out? No, but
it's the same fu**ing ballpark. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. Eating the bitch
out and giving the bitch a foot massage ain't even the
same fu**ing thing. |
| Vincent Vega: |
It's not. It's the same ballpark. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Ain't no fu**ing ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your
method of massage differs from mine, but you know, touchin'
his wife's feet and sticking your tongue and the holiest
of holies ain't "the same fu**ing ballpark." It ain't
the same league, it ain't even the same fu**ing sport.
Look, foot massages don't mean sh**. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Have you ever given a foot massage? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot
fu**ing master. |
| Vincent Vega: |
You've given a lot of them? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Sh** yeah. Got my technique down and everything. I don't
be tickling or nothing. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Would you give a guy a foot massage? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Fu** you. |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
Did you see the size of that gun he fired at us? It was
bigger than him. |
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| Capt. Koons: |
This watch was on you daddy's wrist when he was shot down
over Hanoi. He was captured and put in a Vietnamese prison
camp. He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch, they'd
confiscate it--take it away. The way your dad looked at
it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if
any slope's gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his
boy's birthright. So, he hid it, in one place he knew
he could hide something: his ass. Five long years he wore
this watch . . . up his ass. Then, he died of dysentery,
he give me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of
metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I
was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give
the watch to you. |
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| Mrs. Mia Wallace: |
A five dollar shake. |
| Buddy Holly: |
How do you want that shake: Martin and Lewis or Amos and
Andy? |
| Mrs. Mia Wallace: |
Martin and Lewis. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Did you just order a five dollar shake? |
| Mrs. Mia Wallace: |
Ummhh. |
| Vincent Vega: |
That's a shake . . . that's milk and ice cream. |
| Mrs. Mia Wallace: |
Last I heard. |
| Vincent Vega: |
That's five dollars? You don't put bourbon in it or nothin'? |
| Buddy Holly: |
No. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Just checking. |
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| Vincent Vega: |
Goddamn, this is a pretty fu**ing good milkshake. |
| Mrs. Mia Wallace: |
Told ya. |
| Vincent Vega: |
I don't know if it's worth five dollars, but it's pretty
fu**ing good. |
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| Marsellus Wallace: |
Night of the fight, you might feel a slight sting. That's
pride fu**ing with you. Fu** pride! Pride only hurts .
. . it never helps. You fight through that sh** 'cause
a year from now, when you kickin' it in the Caribbean,
you gonna say to yourself, "Marsellus Wallace was right." |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
You know the shows on TV? |
| Vincent Vega: |
I don't watch TV. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Yeah, but you are aware that there is an invention called
television. And, on this invention they show shows, right? |
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| Lance: |
Look, you brought her here, and that means that you're
gonna give her the shot. The day that I bring an O.D.ing
bitch to your house, then I give her the shot. |
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| Vincent Vega: |
Jules, you give the fu**ing nimrod fifteen-hundred dollars
and I'll shoot him on general principle. |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
What does Marsellus Wallace look like? |
| Brett: |
What? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
What country you from?! |
| Brett: |
Wh-what? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English
in What? |
| Brett: |
What? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
English, mother-fu**er! Do you speak it?! |
| Brett: |
Yes. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Then you know what I'm saying?! |
| Brett: |
Yes. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! |
| Brett: |
What? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Say "what" again! Say "what" again! I dare you, I double
dare you, mother-fu**er! Say "what" one more Goddamn time! |
| Brett: |
He's black. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Go on! |
| Brett: |
He's bald. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Does he look like a bitch?! |
| Brett: |
What? Oww! |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Does he look like a bitch?! |
| Brett: |
No! |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Then why you trying to fu** him like a bitch, Brett? |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Yeah but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never
know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy mother-fu**ers.
Pigs sleep and root in sh**. That's a filthy animal. I
ain't eating nothing that ain't got sense enough to disregard
his own feces. |
| Vincent Vega: |
How 'bout a dog? Dog eats his own feces. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
I don't eat dog either. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they
definitely dirty. But, dog's got personality; personality
goes a long way. |
| Vincent Vega: |
Ahh, so by that rational, if a pig had a better personality,
he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Well, we'd have to be talking one charming mother-fu**ing
pig. |
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| Vincent Vega: |
Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man
admits that he is wrong, that he is immediately forgiven
for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that? |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Get the fu** out my face with that sh**. The mother-fu**er
said that sh** never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces
of skull on a count of your dumb ass! |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
I don't wanna hear about no mother-fu**ing ifs. All I
wanna hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problems,
Jules. I'm on the mother-fu**er. Go back in there, chill
them n****rs out, and wait for the cavalry, which should
be coming directly." |
| Marsellus Wallace: |
You ain't got no problems, Jules. I'm on the mother-fu**er.
Go back in there and chill them n****rs out, and wait
for The Wolf who should be coming directly. |
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| Jimmie: |
Now, I'm going to ask you a question. When you came pulling
in here, did you notice a sign on the front of my house
that said "dead n****r storage?" |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no . . . |
| Jimmie: |
Did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said
"dead n****r storage?!" |
| Jules Winnfield: |
No. |
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| Esmarelda Villalobos: |
And, what is your name? |
| Butch Coolidge: |
Butch. |
| Esmarelda Villalobos: |
Butch. What does it mean? |
| Butch Coolidge: |
I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean sh**. |
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| Vincent Vega: |
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home and have a
heart attack. |
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| Mrs. Mia Wallace: |
Three tomatoes are walking down the street: Poppa tomato,
Momma tomato, and Baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging
behind and Poppa tomato gets really angry; goes back and
squishes him, says, "Ketchup." |
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| Butch Coolidge: |
I'll be back before you can say blueberry pie. |
| Fabienne: |
Blueberry pie. |
| Butch Coolidge: |
Maybe not that fast. |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
[W]hat the fu** am I doing in the back?! You the mother-fu**er
should be on brain detail! We fu**ing switchin', I'm washing
the windows, and you picking up this n****r's skull. |
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| Jules Winnfield: |
Maybe it means: you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous
man, and Mr. 9mm here, he's the Shepard protecting my
righteous ass in the Valley of Darkness. Or, it could
mean: you're the righteous man, and I'm the Shepard, and
it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that,
but that sh** ain't the truth. The truth is: you're the
weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men. But, I'm tryin',
Ringo, I'm trying real hard to be the Shepard. |
| ----- |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Hate to shatter your ego, but this ain't the first time
I've had a gun pointed at me. |
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| Vincent Vega: |
I think it's time for us to leave, Jules. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Don't do that! Do fu**ing blow this sh** off! What just
happened here was a fu**ing miracle! |
| Vincent Vega: |
Chill, Jules, this sh** happens. |
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| Winston 'The Wolf' Wolfe: |
If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor. I
think fast. I talk fast. And, I need you guys to act fast
if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please with sugar
on top, clean the fu**ing car. |
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| Butch Coolidge: |
What now? |
| Marsellus Wallace: |
What now? Let me tell you "what now?" I'm gonna call a
couple a hard, pipe-hittin' n****rs to go to work on the
homes here, with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. |
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| Yolanda: |
Just know, you hurt him, you die. |
| Jules Winnfield: |
Well, that seems to be the situation. But, I don't want
that, and you don't want that, and Ringo here definitely
doesn't want that. |
| ----- |
| Vincent Vega: |
To be continued. |
| ----- |
| Winston 'The Wolf' Wolfe: |
It's 30-minutes away . . . I'll be there in 10. |
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