[first title card] Title Card: pulp /'p&lp/ n. 1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter. Title Card: 2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper. Title Card: American Heritag...
Jody: [after Mia survives an overdose from an adrenaline injection] That was pretty fucking trippy... [laughs]
Fabienne: Where's my Honda? Butch: Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.
Jules: My name's Pitt, and your ass ain't talkin' your way outta this shit.
Vincent: I promise I won't laugh. Mia: That's what I'm afraid of, Vincent.
I was watching 'Pulp Fiction' when we were making 'Now and Then'. I didn't care about 'Now and Then,' you know?
Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Maynard: Nobody kills anyone in my store except me and Zed. [doorbell rings] Maynard: That's Zed.
Marsellus: [right before Butch purposely runs into him with a car] Motherfucker.
Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it. Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.
I can remember when 'Pulp Fiction' came out. I was, like, 10 years old. But I remember the impact that it had.
Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee! [the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin's cup] Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.
Jimmie: I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.
Butch: That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.
Like everybody at that age, I read an awful lot of pulp fiction. But at the same time, I also read quite a bit of history and read that as much for pleasure as part of a curriculum.
'Pulp Fiction' blew my mind; beforehand, I'd watch films and there was a beginning, middle and an end, and that's it. There is in that film, too, but it's out of sequence.
Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car. The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this? Butch: It's a chopper, baby. Fabienne: Whose chopper is this? Butch: It's Zed's. Fabienne: Who's Zed? Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
Vincent: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
Vincent: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.
Vincent: Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here? Lance: Hey, mi casa su casa.
