Pulp Fiction Quotes: Roller Coaster Ride

(Total Quotes: 101)
MOVIE INFO.

Directed by: Quentin Tarantino
Written by:
Quentin Tarantino (screenplay & stories)
Roger Avary (stories)
Starring:
John Travolta – Vincent Vega
Samuel L. Jackson – Jules Winnfield
Tim Roth – Pumpkin/Ringo
Amanda Plummer – Honey Bunny/Yolanda
Eric Stoltz – Lance
Bruce Willis – Butch Coolidge
Ving Rhames – Marsellus Wallace
Phil LaMarr – Marvin
Maria de Medeiros – Fabienne
Rosanna Arquette – Jody
Peter Greene – Zed
Uma Thurman – Mia Wallace
Duane Whitaker – Maynard
Paul Calderon – Paul/English Bob
Frank Whaley – Brett
Quentin Tarantino – Jimmie Dimmick
Harvey Keitel – The Wolf
Angela Jones – Esmarelda Villalobos

OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★★★

Pulp Fiction quotes literally hit you in the face right from the get go and it gives you a roller coaster ride of quotes that you are not likely to forget! The script is original, witty, fast and dripping with coolness and the way that it’s presented is why it’s become such a memorable movie.

Verdict: Whether you love or hate this movie you won’t be able to walk away without remembering some of the quotes, they ooze their way into your mind and stay there.

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[first lines]
Pumpkin: Forget it. It’s too risky. I’m through doing that shit.pulp-fiction-26
Honey Bunny: You always say that. The same thing every time, “I’m through, never again, too dangerous”.
Pumpkin: I know that’s what I always say. I’m always right, too.
Honey Bunny: But you forget about it in a day or two.
Pumpkin: Yeah, well the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just begun.


 

Pumpkin: I mean 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. Federal banks ain’t supposed to stop you anyway during a robbery. I mean, they’re insured, why should they give a fuck? You don’t even need a gun in a federal bank. Heard about this one bloke, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, the bloke on the other end of the phone says, we’ve got this guy’s little girl, if you don’t give him all your money, we’re gonna kill her.
Honey Bunny: Did it work?
Pumpkin: Fucking-A right, it worked. That’s what I’m saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone. Cleans the place out, they don’t even lift a fucking finger.
Honey Bunny: Did they hurt the little girl?
Pumpkin: I don’t know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. What I…the point of the story isn’t the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.


 

Honey Bunny: You want to rob banks?
Pumpkin: I’m not saying I want to rob banks, I’m just illustrating that if we did, it’d be easier than what we’ve been doing.
Honey Bunny: And no more liquor stores?
Pumpkin: What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores. Besides, it ain’t the giggle it used to be. Too many foreigners own liquor stores. Vietnamese, Koreans, they don’t even speak fucking English. You tell them, ’empty out the register’, they don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. They make it too personal, one of these gook fuckers is gonna make us kill him.
Honey Bunny: I’m not gonna kill anybody.
Pumpkin: I don’t want to kill anybody either. But they’ll probably put us in a situation where it’s us or them. And if it’s not the gooks, it’s these old fucking Jews who’ve owned the store for fifteen fucking generations, you’ve got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand. Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far that gets you. Fucking forget it. We’re out of it.


 

Pumpkin: Garcon! Coffee!
[looks at Honey Bunny]
Pumpkin: This place.
[the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin’s cup]
Waitress: ‘Garcon’ means boy.


 

Honey Bunny: This place? A coffee shop?
Pumpkin: What’s wrong with that? Nobody ever robs restaurants. Why not? Bars, liquor stores, gas stations… you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They’re not expecting to get robbed. Not as expecting anyway.
Honey Bunny: I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this.
Pumpkin: Correct. Same as banks, these places are insured. Manager? He don’t give a fuck. He just trying to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? Fucking forget it! No way they’re taking a bullet for the register. Busboys? Some wetback getting paid a dollar-fifty an hour, really give a fuck you’re stealing from the owner? Customers sitting there with food in their mouths, they don’t’ know what’s going. One minute they’re havin’ a Denver omelet, the next minute somebody’s stickin’ a gun in their face. See, I got the idea, last liquor store we stuck up, remember? All the customers kept coming in?
Honey Bunny: Yeah.
Pumpkin: And you got the idea of taking their wallets. Now that was a good idea.
Honey Bunny: Thank you.
Pumpkin: Made more from the wallets than we did from the register.
Honey Bunny: Yes, we did.
Pumpkin: A lot of people come into a restaurant.
Honey Bunny: A lot of wallets.
Pumpkin: Pretty smart, hey?
Honey Bunny: Pretty smart.


 

Pumpkin: Same as last time remember. You’re crowd control, I’ll handle the employees.pulp-fiction-19
Honey Bunny: I love you, Pumpkin.
Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.
[Standing up on their table with a gun]
Pumpkin: Everybody be cool this is a robbery!
Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!


 

1st Story: Prelude to “VINCENT VEGA & MARSELLUS WALLACE’S WIFE”


 

Vincent: But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
Jules: What?
Vincent: It’s the little differences. I mean they got the same shit t over there that they got here, but it’s just…just there it’s a little different.
Jules: Examples?
Vincent: Alright, 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 beer at MacDonald’s. You know what they call a…a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: They got the metric system, they wouldn’t know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: What’d they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with Cheese.
Jules: [repeating] Royale with Cheese. What’d they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.pulp-fiction-15
Jules: Le Big Mac. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I don’t know, I didn’t go into a Burger King. But you know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
Jules: What?
Vincent: Mayonnaise.


 

[talking about Mia, Marsellus Wallace’s wife]
Jules: I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.
Vincent: Pilot? What’s a pilot?
Jules: Well, you know the shows on TV?
Vincent: I don’t watch TV.
Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there’s an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?
Vincent: Yeah.
Jules: Well, the way they pick TV shows is, they make one show. That show’s called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows, and on the strength of that one show they decide if they’re want to make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don’t, become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.


 

Jules: You remember Antwan Rockamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?
Vincent: Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?
Jules: I wouldn’t go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What’s the nigger gonna do? He’s Samoan.


 

Vincent: So what’d he do, fuck her?
Jules: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nothin’ that bad.
Vincent: Well what then?
Jules: He gave her a foot massage.
Vincent: A foot massage? That’s it?


 

Vincent: But still I have to say, you play with matches you get burned.
Jules: What do you mean?
Vincent: You don’t be givin’ Marsellus Wallace’s new bride a foot massage.
Jules: You don’t think he overreacted?


 

Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa… stop right there. Eatin’ a bitch out, and givin’ a bitch a foot massage ain’t even the same fuckin’ thing.
Vincent: It’s not. It’s the same ballpark.
Jules: 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’ your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain’t the same fuckin’ ballpark, it ain’t the same league, it ain’t even the same fuckin’ sport. Look, foot massages don’t mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don’t be tellin’ me about foot massages. I’m the foot fuckin’ master.
Vincent: You given a lot of ’em?
Jules: Shit yeah. Got my technique down and everything, I don’t be ticklin’ or nothin’.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he’s been set up]
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You know, I’m kind of tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Yo-yo man, you best back off, I’m gittin’ a little pissed here.


 

Jules: Now look, just cause I wouldn’t give no man a foot massage don’t make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwan off a building into a glass motherfuckin’ house, fuckin’ up the way the nigger talks. That shit ain’t right. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, cause I’ll kill the motherfucker, know what I’m sayin’?
Vincent: I ain’t saying it’s right. But you’re saying a foot massage don’t mean nothin’, and I’m saying it does. Now look, I’ve given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. But we act like they don’t, but they do, and that’s what’s so fucking cool about them. There’s a sensuous thing going on where you don’t talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antwan should have fucking better known better. I mean, that’s his fucking wife, man. He ain’t gonna have a sense of humor about this shit. You know what I’m saying?
Jules: That’s an interesting point. Come on, let’s get into character.


 

Jules: Hey kids! How you boys doin’?
[to the man lying on the couch]
Jules: Hey, keep chillin’. You know who we are? We’re associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don’t you? Now let me take a wild guess here. You’re Brett, right?
Brett: Yeah.
Jules: I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don’t you, Brett?
Brett: Yeah, I remember him.


 

Jules: Looks like me and Vincent caught you boys at breakfast, sorry ’bout that. What’cha havin’?
Brett: Hamburgers.
Jules: Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.


 

[Jules grabs Brett’s burger and take a bite of it.]
Jules: Uuummm, this is a tasty burger. Vincent, you ever try a Big Kahuna Burger?
Vincent: No.
Jules: Want a bite, they’re real tasty.
Vincent: I ain’t hungry.
Jules: Well, if you like burgers give ’em a try sometime. Me, I can’t usually get ’em myself because my girlfriend’s a vegetarian which pretty much makes me a vegetarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mmm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?
Brett: No.
Jules: Tell ’em, Vincent.
Vincent: Royale with cheese.
Jules: Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?
Brett: Because of the metric system?
Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You’re a smart motherfucker. That’s right. The metric system. What’s in this?
[pointing to the cup of drink in front of Brett]
Brett: Sprite.
Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?
Brett: Go right ahead.
[takes a long sip of the drink]
Jules: Aaah, that hit the spot.


 

Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
[looking very confused and frightened]
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: “What” ain’t no country I ever heard of! They speak English in “what”?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I’m saying!
Brett: Yes!


 

Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I…?
[pointing his gun]
Jules: Say “what” again. Say “what” again! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say “what” one more Goddamn time.
Brett: He’s…he’s…b-b-black…
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He’s…he’s bald…
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?!
Brett: [in pain] No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn’t.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.


 

Jules: You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett: [in spasm] Yes.
Jules: Well there’s this passage I got memorized, Ezekiel 25:17. “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 and Vincent then both empty their guns at the same time onto Brett]

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2nd Story: “VINCENT VEGA & MARSELLUS WALLACE’S WIFE”


 

[talking out of shot to Butch]
Marsellus: I think you’re gonna find, when all this shit is over and done, I think you’re gonna find yourself one smilin’ motherfucker. Thing is Butch, right now you got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don’t last. And your days are just about over. Now that’s a hard motherfuckin’ fact of life, but that’s a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about. You see this business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass aged like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don’t.


 

[we only see back of Marsellus bald head only whilst he’s talking to Butch]
Marsellus: Night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting, that’s pride fuckin’ with you. Fuck pride! Pride only hurts, it never helps. You fight through that shit. Cause a year from now, when you’re kickin’ it in the Caribbean you’re gonna say to yourself, “Marsellus Wallace was right.”

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Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it.
Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.


 

Paul: So, I hear you’re taking Mia out tomorrow.
Vincent: At Marsellus’s request.
Paul: Have you met Mia yet?
Vincent: Not yet.
[Jules and Paul laugh]
Vincent: What’s so fucking funny?
Paul: Not a Goddamn thing.
Jules: I gotta piss.
[he leaves]
Vincent: Look, I’m not a fucking idiot alright. It’s the Big Man’s wife. I’m gonna sit across from her, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her fucking jokes, and that’s it.
Paul: Hey, my name’s Paul and this shit’s between y’all.


 

Trudi: Well, you see how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don’t use that when they pierce your nipples, do they?
Jody: Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All my piercings, eighteen places on my body, every one of them done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple on my left breast, two in my right nostril, one in my left eyebrow, one in my belly, one in my lip, one in my clit… and I wear a stud in my tongue.
Vincent: Excuse me, I was just curious, but em… why do you wear a stud in your tongue?
Jody: It’s a sex thing. It helps fellatio.
Lance: Vincenzo. Step into my office?


 

[trying to sell heroin to Vincent]
Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.
Lance: Am I a nigger? Are we in Inglewood? No… You’re in my home. Now 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 Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any old day of the fuckin’ week.
Vincent: That’s a bold statement.
Lance: This ain’t Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is fucking dead as…dead. Heroin, it’s coming back in a big fucking way.

 


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