Will you see Pulp again? Who knows. I'm not stoking those particular rumours.
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Jules: Shit Negro! That's all you had to say!
Jules: Shut the fuck up, fat man!
Oliver Larrabee: All columnists should be beaten to a pulp and converted back into paper!
I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.
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.
The age of the pulp magazine was the last in which youngsters, to get their primitive material, were forced to be literate.
Can we cut the Zen crap for a moment?" I ask. "I'm trying to beat this bag to a pulp.
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.
