Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherf**kin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf**ker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.
Marsellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf**ker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.
Jules: You sendin' the Wolf?
Marsellus: Oh, you feel better, motherf**ker?
Jules: [relieved] Shit, Negro, that's all you had to say!
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 10.0 / 10 • Permalink

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Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwan into a glass motherf**kin' house f**kin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherf**ker do that s**t to me, he better paralyze my ass cuz I'll kill the motherf**ker, know what I'm sayin'?
Vincent: I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so f**king cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, f**king Marsellus knew it, and Antwan should have f**king better known better. I mean, that's his f**king wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that s**t. You know what I'm saying?
Jules: That's an interesting point. Come on, let's get into character.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 9.5 / 10 • Permalink

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Jules: Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?
Yolanda: Cool?
Jules: What?
Yolanda: He's cool.
Jules: Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One... two... three.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 10.0 / 10 • Permalink

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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 f**k a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 8.3 / 10 • Permalink

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Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot f**kin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 8.7 / 10 • Permalink

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Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same f**kin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no f**kin' 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 f**kin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same f**kin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean s**t.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 10.0 / 10 • Permalink

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Jules: Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.
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Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet s**t! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET s**t on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how f**king good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: 8.0 / 10 • Permalink

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Jules: 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.
 • Movie: Pulp Fiction • Rating: Unrated • Permalink

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