Pulp Fiction


Don't Jimmy me !Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) : Hmm… God damn Jimmy ! This some serious gourmet shit! Me and Vincent woulda been satisfied with some freeze-dried Taster’s Choice, right ? Huh ! And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavor is this ?
Jimmy (Quentin Tarantino) : Knock it off, Julie.
Jules : What ?
Jimmy : I don’t need you to tell me how fuckin’ good my coffee is, okay ? I’m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff ’cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you know what’s on my mind right now ? It ain’t the coffee in my kitchen. It’s the dead nigger in my garage.

My Bad Motherfucker !Honey Bunny (Amanda Plummer): I wanna go home !

Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) : Just hang in there, baby, you’re doing’ great, I’m proud of you and Ringo’s proud of you ! It’s almost over. Tell her you’re proud !

Pumpkin (Tim Roth) : I’m proud of you Honey Bunny.

Honey Bunny : I love you !

Pumpkin : I love you too Honey Bunny.

Jules : (to Pumpkin) Now. I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.

Pumpkin : Which one is it?

Jules : It’s the one that says Bad Motherfucker.

(Pumpkin seeks in the bag)

Jules : That’s it ! That’s my bad motherfucker. Open it up and take out the money.

(Pumpkin opens the wallet, takes the cash)

Jules : Count it !

(Pumpkin counts)

Jules : How much is there ?

(Pumpkin counts again)

Pumpkin : About fifteen hundred dollars.

Jules : Okay, put it in your pocket, it’s yours. Now with the rest of those wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful little score eh ?

– From Pulp Fiction

Pulp fictionShooter : [busting the door, emptying his gun]
Die you motherfuckers !!!

[Gun clicks, no ammo left]


[Jules and Vincent look at each other then reply with their guns]

Vincent (John Travolta) : [to Marvin] 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 a goddamn hand cannon?

Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) : Did you see the size of that gun right in front of us ? It was bigger than him !
We should be fucking dead man !

Vincent : I know, we was lucky.

Jules : No no no no… that’s just wasn’t luck.

Vincent : Yeah maybe.

Jules : This was divine intervention. You know what “divine intervention” is ?

Vincent : I think so. That means that God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets ?

Jules : That’s right ! That’s exactly what it means. God came down from Heaven and stopped these motherfucking bullets.

Vincent : I think it’s time for us to leave Jules.

Jules : Don’t do that ! Don’t fucking blow this shit up ! What just happened here was a fucking miracle !

Vincent : Chill Jules, this shit happens.

Jules : Wrong ! Wrong, this shit doesn’t just happen.

Vincent : Do you want to continue this theological discussion in the car or in a jailhouse with the cops ?

Jules : We should be fucking dead my friend ! What happened here was a miracle and I want you to fucking acknowledge it !

Vincent : Alright, it was a miracle. Can we go now ?

– From Pulp Fiction