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...
Everyone gets killed in the shower. Don't you go to the movies? Psycho. Dead in shower. The MExican in No country for Old Men. Dead in shower. Michelle Pfeiffer in What Lies Beneath. Almost dead in shower, or in the bath, anyway. But she did that thi...
The Wolf: Strip. Jules: All the way? The Wolf: To your bare ass. Vincent: Is this necessary? The Wolf: Yes. You know what you guys look like? Jules: What? The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head! [to Jimmie] The Wolf: Now Ji...
Jules: Yolanda? How we doin, baby? Yolanda: I gotta go pee! I want to go home. Jules: Just hang in there, baby. You're doing' great. Ringo's proud of you and so am I. It's almost over. Tell her you're proud of her. Pumpkin: I'm proud of you, Honey Bu...
Butch: So we cool? Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you lea...
Butch: Did you bring the watch? Fabienne: I believe so. Butch: You believe so? You "believe" so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't! Fabienne: Then I did. Butch: Are you sure? Fabienne: [shakes her head] No... [a pause] Butch...
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...
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...
Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris? Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese? Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is. Jules:...
[cleaning their bloody hands] Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel? Vincent: I was dryin' my hands. Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first! Vincent: You watched me wash 'em. Jules: I watched you get 'em wet. Vincent: I was wash...
Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke? Vincent: Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh. Mia: No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it. Vincent: I can't wait. M...
I'm a fan of parchment and wood pulp.
Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long...
Science fiction writers aren't fortune tellers. Fortune tellers are fakes.
I'm a huge historical fiction and non-fiction fan.
Yes - 90% of fantasy is crap. And so is 90% of science fiction and 90% of mystery fiction and 90% of literary fiction.
Questions are fiction, and answers are anything from more fiction to science-fiction.
A brick could be used to soften resistance. Smash the opposition into a pulp!
Sweet pulp and sour skin - Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?
Will you see Pulp again? Who knows. I'm not stoking those particular rumours.
Human beings across every culture I know about require such stories, stories with cool winds and wood smoke. They speak to something deep within us, the capacity to conceptualize, objectify and find patterns, thereby to create the flow of events and ...
