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Jules Winnfield: You ever read the Bible, Brett?
Brett: Yes!
Jules Winnfield: There's a passage that I got memorized, seems appropiate for this situation: Ezekiel 25,17. "The path of the righteous man is beset of all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil me. Blessed is he who, in the name of the charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
Jules Winnfield: Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.
Vincent Vega: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that?
Jules Winnfield: Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass.
Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Capt. 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 years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.
Marsellus Wallace: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't.
Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as f**king fried chicken, but you happen to pull this s**t while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much s**t this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.
Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evilmen. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Jules Winnfield: Well I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm superfly TNT. I'm the Guns of the Navarone. In fact what the fuck am I doing in the back!? You're the motherfucker that should be on brain detail!
Vincent Vega: It's not the same, it's the same ballpark.
Jules Winnfield: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark, neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but you know, touchin' his wife's feet and stickin' yer tongue in the holiest of holies ain't the same fuckin' ballpark. It ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport.
Marsellus Wallace: Night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride! Pride only hurts, it never helps. You fight through that shit.
Jules Winnfield: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Capt. Koons: Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities on the other. If it'd been me who'd not made it, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my son, Jim. The way it turned out, I'm talking to you, Butch. I got something for ya'. This watch I got here was first purchased by your great grandfather during the First World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee; made by the first company to ever make wristwatches. Up 'til then people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by private Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. This was your great grandfather's war watch and he wore it every day he was in that war. When he'd done his duty, went home to your great grandmother, took the watch off, put it in a coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad, Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and was killed along with a lot of other Marines on the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death; he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leaving that island alive so, three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an air force transport under the name of Winocki, a man he?d never met before in his life to deliver to his infant son, who he?d never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later your granddad was dead but Winocki kept his word. After the war was over he paid a visit to your grandmother delivering to your infant father his dad?s gold watch, this watch. This watch was on your daddy?s wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch they would confiscate it; take it away. The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He?d be damned if any slope?s gonna put his greasy, yellow hands on his boy?s birthright so he hid it, on the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then, he died of dysentery, gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family and now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Jules Winnfield: Well, that's why I've been sitting here complating. First, I'm gonna deliver this case to Marsellus, then basically I'm just gonna walk the earth.
Vincent Vega: What do you mean, 'walk the earth'?
Jules Winnfield: You know like Cain in 'Kung Fu', walking place to place, meet people and get in adventures.
Vincent Vega: And how long do you intend to 'walk the earth'?
Jules Winnfield: Until God puts me where he wants me to be.
Vincent Vega: And what if he don't do that?
Jules Winnfield: If it takes forever, then I'll walk forever.
Marsellus Wallace: Nah, man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay [Zed screams]
Butch Coolidge: What now?
Marsellus Wallace: What now? I'll tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple of hard-pipe hittin' niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow-torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight! I'ma get medieval on your ass!
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.
Jules Winnfield: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?
Vincent Vega: Actually, there's something I've wanted to ask you about, but you seem like a nice person, and I didn't want to offend you.
Mia Wallace: Ohhh, this doesn't sound like the usual mindless, boring, getting-to-know you chit-chat. This sounds like you actually have something to say.
Vincent Vega: Well, well, I do... I do. But, you have to promise not to be offended.
Mia Wallace: No, no, no. You can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're gonna ask me. So you can go ahead and ask me what you're gonna ask me, and my natural response could be to get offended. But then, through no fault of my own, I would have broken my promise.
Vincent Vega: Let's just forget it.
Mia Wallace: That is an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility.
Vincent Vega: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules Winnfield: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you.
Jules Winnfield: [shoots Brett in the shoulder] DOES...HE...LOOK LIKE.....A BITCH?!
Brett: [in pain] Nooo!
Jules Winnfield: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules Winnfield: Yes you did! Yes you did, Brett! You tried to fuck him! Well Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
Jules Winnfield: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules Winnfield: [overturns the table] What country you from?!
Brett: What-?
Jules Winnfield: 'What' ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in 'What'?!
Brett: What?
Jules Winnfield: ENGLISH, motherfucker! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!
Brett: Y-yes!
Jules Winnfield: Then you know what I'm saying.
Brett: Yes!
Jules Winnfield: Describe, what Marcellus Wallace... LOOKS LIKE!
Brett: Wh-what? I mea-
Jules Winnfield: [points gun in Brett's face] Say 'what' again! Say 'what' again! I dare you! I double dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more Goddamn time!
Jules Winnfield: Looks like Vincent and I caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?
Brett: Hamburgers.
Jules Winnfield: Hambergers! The cornerstone of any nutricious breakfast! What kind of hamburgers?
Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers.
Jules Winnfield: No, no, no, Where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?
Brett: Big Kahuna Burger.
Jules Winnfield: Big Kahuna Burger. That's the Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers! I ain't never had one myself. How are they?
Brett: They're good.
Jules Winnfield: Mind if I try one of yours? [Brett nods] This is yours here, right? [picks up burger and takes a bite] Mmm-mmmm. This is a tasty burger! Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger? [Vincent shakes his head] Wanna bite? They're real tasty!
Vincent Vega: All right. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules Winnfield: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent Vega: Nah, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules Winnfield: What do they call it?
Vincent Vega: They call it a 'Royale with cheese.'
Jules Winnfield: 'Royale with Cheese!'
Vincent Vega: That's right.
Jules Winnfield: What's a Big Mac?
Vincent Vega: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it 'Le Big Mac.'
Jules Winnfield: 'Le Big Mac!' What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent Vega: I don't know, I didn't go in a Burger King.
Jules Winnfield: [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?
Marsellus Wallace: Nah, man. I'm pretty fucking far from okay.
Butch Coolidge: What now?
Marsellus Wallace: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple of hard, pipe-hitting niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. [to Zed] You hear me talking, hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
Butch Coolidge: I meant, what now between me and you.
Marsellus Wallace: Oh, that 'what now'. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no "me and you". Not no more.
Butch Coolidge: So we cool?
Marsellus Wallace: Yeah, we cool. Two things: one, 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 leave town tonight, right now, and when you gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?
Capt. 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 years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Jules Winnfield: Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What? What? Wh - ?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Brett: Yes! Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Jules Winnfield: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now... I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd.
Jules Winnfield: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.
Marsellus Wallace: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.
Jules Winnfield: Oh you ready to blow? Well I'm a mushroom cloud laying mother fucker, mother fucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm super-sly TNT. I'm the guns of the naveron. IN FACT... WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN THE BACK? You the mother fucker who should be on brain detail... We fucking switching. I'm washing the windows, and you picking up this nigger's skull.
Jimmie Dimmick: If Bonnie comes home, and finds a dead body here i'm gonna get divorced. Ok, No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fucking divorced.
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