Butch: That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.
Jules: Hey, that's Kool and the Gang.
Esmeralda: So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in.
Butch: How was your breakfast? Fabienne: It was good... Butch: Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes? Fabienne: No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk - are you sure you're okay? Butch: Honey, since I left you...
Jules: Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.
Mia: [after snorting what she thinks is coke; it's heroin] I said God Damn! God Damn... [whispering] Mia: ...God damn... [passes out]
Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam. Lance: Am I a nigger? Are we in Inglewood? No... You're in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pe...
[after Mia has her overdose] Vincent: Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
Jules: Shut the fuck up, fat man!
Vincent: If you'll excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack.
Vincent: I promise I won't laugh. Mia: That's what I'm afraid of, Vincent.
The Wolf: [after the row between Jules and Jimmy over the quality of his coffee, The Wolf tries some, he looks impressed, looks at Jimmy and says] Mmm.
Pumpkin: The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, wal...
The Wolf: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie? Jimmie: Uh, one hundred percent. The Wolf: Your wife... Bonnie comes home a...
Vincent: Get her the shot! Lance: I will if you let me. Vincent: I ain't fuckin' stopping you! Lance: Well, then quit talking to me, talk to her. Vincent: Get the shot!
Pumpkin: Mexican's out the fucking kitchen!
Marvin: [cowering and shivering in the corner after seeing Brett get shot down by Jules and Vincent] Oh, fuck! I'm fucked. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Vincent: Is he a friend of yours? Jules: Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent. Vincent: [as Marvin con...
Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it. Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.
