Quote by Pulp Fiction Download Open image “Fabienne: Where's my Honda? Butch: Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.” — Pulp Fiction ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Whose SUV is this?” I asked once we were out of Carnal. “Mine.” He answered. I looked at him. “You drive a Harley.” “Not… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“He looked at me now. "Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'" I remembered. "Yes..." "I didn't want to… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Are you sure this is safe?" she asked as he handed her the helmet. "What? Me or the bike?" She laughed. "Both." "The Triumph… — Natasha Bond Copy Share Image
“from her purse. “We have to follow that car!” “But not too close,” Nancy replied. “We’d make them suspicious.” The girls waited three minutes… — Carolyn Keene Copy Share Image
“What’re you doing here?” I asked Tate after Ned tossed my bag in the backseat. “I’m your ride,” he replied and then we were off and I barely got a chance to wave at Ned and Betty who were both standing outside my room. “Whose SUV is this?” I asked once we were out of Carnal. “Mine,” he answered. I… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share
“I clutched the armrest when she gunned the engine on the freeway and cut off a minivan. “That big red shiny thing inches from… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“Would you like me to drive so you can manage your social life?” I asked. It came out much snippier than I'd intended but he was oblivious to my tone, still looking at his newest message. “No, no, I'm fine.” “We'd better not get in an accident because you're busy sexting and driving,” I said. He burst out laughing. “I've… — Wendy Higgins Copy Share
Bitch, they call it Motor City, cause you're most likely to crash. Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur...Going broke? No sir! — Big Sean Copy Share Image
“I got rid of my motorcycle when Jimmy was born. I’m not allowed to die in a bike crash anymore.” — Esther Perel Copy Share Image
“You must be a blast on long car rides.” “Oh, I am. You haven't experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Come on, baby,” Jake says climbing out of the car. By the time I’m out of the car, the star-struck young guy is taking the car keys from Jake and is walking around to the driver’s side with a huge smile on his face. “You didn’t just give the car to a random stranger did you?” I ask, smirking. “No,”… — Samantha Towle Copy Share
“I felt like a Porsche that had learned it wasn't a bicycle anymore but was still taking part in bicycle races.” — Neil Gaiman & Michael Reaves 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
