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Seems like Pulp Fiction has a lot of them......

Jules:

"That's exactly what it means..... God came down from heaven and stopped these muthafu**ing bullets... that is divine intervention"



Jules and 'Uncle Marcellus':

"You aint got no problem, Jules.... just go back in there and chill them n***ers out. I'm on the MuthaF....... And wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly.

You're sending the Wolf?

Oh, you feel better mutha f***ah?

Sheeeat, negro... that's all you had to say!"


Jules and Vincent Vega:

"Jules, have you ever heard the philosophy that once a man admits he is wrong he is immdieately forgiven for all wrong doings, have you ever heard that?

Get the F out my face with that sheet. The MF that said that sheet never had to pick up itty bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb a$$.

I got thresholds Jules, I got thresholds for the abuse that I will take. Right now I am a ****** racecar and you got me in the red, and I'm just saying it's ****** dangerous to have a ****** racecar in the ****** red. I could blow.

Oh, you ready to blow? You're ready to blow???

I'm ready to blow.

Well, I'm a mushroom-laying MFer, MFer. Everytime my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly TNT, I'm the Guns of the Navarrone. In fact, what the F am I doing in the back seat? You're the MFer that should be on brain detail....."


Butch and Fabbiana:

C'mon, Honey!

Where did you get this motorcycle?

It's not a motorcycle baby, it's a chopper, c'mon, lets go!

What happened to my Honda?

I'm sorry, baby. I had to crash that Honda. Will you come on now PLEASE lets' go, lets' go.

You're hurt?

No, no, baby, I might have broken my nose, it's no biggie, come on, hop on. Baby! Honey, PLEASE! Get on, we got to hit the ****** road, c'mon, get on. (she starts crying...) Awwww, I'm sorry honey, come here, I'm sorry.

Butch, I'm so worried, I started to think dreadful thoughts....

I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't meant to worry you, everything was fine, how was your b-fast?

It was good.

Did you get the pancakes? The blueberry pancakes?

No, they didn't have any, so I got buttermilk. Honey, you have blood all over you, are you sure you're OK?

Honey, since I left you, this has been the without a doubt the single weirdest ****** day of my life, come on, hop on, I'll tell you all about it. Come on, get on..... Gotta go! Gotta go!...

Whose motorcycle is this?

It's a chopper, baby.

Whose chopper is this?

It's Zed's...

Who is Zed?

Zed is dead, baby. Zed's dead."