Butch: I think I cracked a rib. Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure? Butch: No, retard, from the fight. — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean… — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with? -Jules — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
Well, the way they make shows is, they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that show to the people… — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
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… — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
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… — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it. Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down. — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in. -Esmeralda — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of… — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
Just because you are a character doesn't mean that you have character. — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance,… — Pulp Fiction Copy Share Image
