Here are some memorable quotes from "Pulp Fiction".
Directed by Quentin Tarantino, "Pulp Fiction" (also known as "Black Mask") is a Crime/Drama film, released on October 14 of 1994 in the USA , starring John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson, Tim Roth, Amanda Plummer, Eric Stoltz and Bruce Willis.
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I used the same fucking soap you did, and when I finished, the towel didn't look like no God damn maxi-pad.
We gotta get this car off the road! You know, cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
ENGLISH, motherfucker, DO YOU SPEAK IT?
Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia!
A "please" would be nice.
You don't fuck with another man's vehicle. It's just against the rules.
It's a chopper, baby.
That's how you're gonna beat them, Butch. They keep underestimating ya …
Sorry, baby. I had to crash that Honda.
I ain't never done it before either, all right? I ain't starting now. Look, you brought her here, and that means you're gonna give her the shot. The day that I bring an OD'ing bitch to your house, then I give her the shot. Give her the shot.
Are you talking to me on a cellular phone? I don't know you, who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone, prank caller. Prank caller!
Hey, uh, what do you think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. You want to, uh, hang out, get high?
I think you are gonna find, when this shit is over … I think you're gonna find yourself one smiling motherfucker. 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 motherfucking 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 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. 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.
What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Step aside, Butch.
I 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.
[To Vincent, after he says maybe he has cooties] Cooties I can handle.
Three tomatoes are walking down the street, papa tomato, mama tomato, and baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. The papa tomato gets really angry, goes back and squishes him, says: "Ketchup!"
Rather you than me, gentlemen. Rather you than me.
Pretty please, with sugar on top – clean the fucking car!
You know what you two look like? Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head. Stripping off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary.
Butch Coolidge (Bruce Willis)
→ You okay?
Marsellus Wallace (Ving Rhames)
→ Nah man, I'm pretty fucking far from "okay".
Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson)
→ Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. Eating a bitch out and giving a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fucking thing.
Vincent Vega (John Travolta)
→ It's not, it's the same ballpark.
→ It ain't no fucking ball park neither! Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but you know touching his wife's feet and sticking your tongue in the holiest of holies ain't the same fucking ball park. It ain't the same league. It ain't even the same fucking sport! Look, foot massages don't mean shit!
→ Have you ever given a foot massage?
→ Don't be telling me about foot massages, I'm the foot fuckin' master.
→ Given a lot of them?
→ Shit, yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be tickling or nothing.
→ Would you give a guy a foot massage?
→ Fuck you.
→ You give them a lot?
→ Fuck you.
→ You know, I'm getting kinda tired, I could use a foot massage myself.
→ Yo-yo-yo, man, you best back off, I'm getting pissed here. Look, just 'cause I wouldn't give no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antoine into a glass motherfucking house fucking up the way the nigger talks. That shit ain't right. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass because I'd kill the motherfucker, know what I'm saying?
→ I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so fucking cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antoine should have fucking better known better. I mean, that's his fucking wife, man, he can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm saying?
→ That's an interesting point.