Pulp Fiction – Movie Quotes

"What" ain't no country I know! Do they speak English in "What?".

— Whose motorcycle is this?
— It's a chopper, baby.
— Whose chopper is this?
— Zed's.
— Who is Zed?
— Zed is dead, baby, Zed is dead.

— Well, you know the shows on TV?
— I don't watch TV.
— Yes, but you're aware that there's an invention called television, and on that invention they show shows?

— Want some bacon?
— No, man, I don't eat pork.
— Are you Jewish?
— I ain't Jewish; I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
— Why not?
— Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
— Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.
— Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know… 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin' nothin' ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he's wrong, he's immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings?

— Does he look… Like a bitch?
— No!
— Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch?
— I didn't.
— Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett!
— You tried to fuck him.
— No, no.
— But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.

He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch, it'd be confiscated, taken 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.

No, we don't wanna "think". We wanna know.

Three tomatoes are walking down the street: a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him… and says: «Catch up!»

Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 1, 500 dollars, and I'll shoot him on general principle.

It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Hey, Vincent. See, that shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way. It could be God stopped the bullets, changed Coke to Pepsi, found my car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced… was an according-to-Hoyle miracle is insignificant. But what is significant is, I felt the touch of God. God got involved.

— Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.
— You think guys would find that attractive?
— I don't give a damn what men find attractive.

— The truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus tossed Tony Rocky Horror out of that window except Marsellus and Tony Rocky Horror. But when you scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle

Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility.

— And if we would have got picked up, they would've worked in a gimmick… where every show I would've told another joke.
— You know any of them old jokes?
— Well, I only got the chance to say one 'cause we only did one show.
— Tell me.
— It's corny. Don't be that way.
— Tell me.
– No, you wouldn't like it, and I'd be embarrassed.
— You'd be embarr. You told 50 million people, and you can't tell me? I promise I won't laugh.
— That's what I'm afraid of, Vince.
— That's not what I meant. You know it.