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Yolanda: This place? A coffee shop? Ringo: 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 expectant, anyway. Yolanda: I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. Ringo: Correct. Just like banks, these places are insured. Manager? He don't give a fuck. He's just trying to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? Fuck it. forget it. No way are they taking a bullet for the register. Busboy, some wetback getting paid a dollar fifty an hour, really give a fuck you're stealing from the owner? Customers are sitting there with food in their mouths; they don't know what's going on. One minute, they're having a Denver omelette; the next minute, someone's sticking a gun in their face.

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Jules Winnfield: Okay, so, tell me about the hash bars. Vincent Vega: So what you want to know? Jules: Well, hash is legal there, right? Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. They want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. Jules: Those are hash bars? Vincent: Yeah. Breaks down like this, okay: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but that doesn't really matter 'cause, get a load of this, all right; if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have. Jules: [laughing] Oh, man. I'm going, that's all there is to it. I'm fucking going. Vincent: Yeah, baby, you'd dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is? Jules: What? Vincent: It's the little differences. I

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Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal. Vincent: How many of them are there? Jules: Three or four. Vincent: Is that counting our guy? Jules: Not sure. Vincent: So, it could be as many as five guys in there? Jules: It's possible. Vincent: We should have fucking shotguns.

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Vincent: [about a foot massage] It's layin' your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus' new wife. I mean, is it as bad as eatin' her pussy out? No, but it's the same fucking ballpark. Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. Eating a bitch out and giving a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fucking thing. Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark. Jules: Ain't no fucking ballpark neither. Now, look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touching his wife's feet and sticking your tongue in the holiest of holies ain't the same fucking ballpark. It ain't the same league. It ain't even the same fucking sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit. Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage? Jules: Don't be telling me about foot massages, I'm the foot fuckin' master. Vincent: Given a lot of them? Jules: Shit, yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be tickling or nothin'. Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage? Jules: [pause] Fuck you. Vinc

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Jules: Looks like me and Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha having? Brett: Uh, hamburgers. Jules: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast! What kind of hamburgers? Brett: Uh, Ch-cheeseburgers. Jules: No, where'd you get them? McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack in the Box, Where? Brett: Um, Big Kahuna Burgers. Jules: Big Kahuna Burgers! That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they've got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself, how are they? Brett: ...They're good. Jules: You mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right? Brett: Yeah. Jules: Mmm, this is a tasty burger! Vincent, you ever had a Big Kahuna Burger? [Vincent shakes his head] Want a bite? They're real tasty. Vincent: [pulling out a cigarette] Ain't hungry. Jules: Well, if you like burgers, give them a try sometime. Me, I can't usually get 'em because my girlfriend's a vegetarian, which, pretty much makes me a vegetarian. I do love the taste of a good burger. [turns to Br

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Brett: [to Jules] Look, I'm sorry, I-I didn't get your name. I got yours, uh, Vincent, right? But-But I-I never got your... Jules: My name is Pitt, and your ass ain't talking your way outta this shit. Brett: [rising] No, no, no. I just want you to know how – [Jules motions him to sit down] I just want you to know how sorry we are that-that things got so fucked up with us and-and Mr. Wallace. I-I-It...we-we got into this thing with the best intentions. Really. I never... Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue. You were sayin' something about "best intentions"? [silence] What's the matter? Oh, y-you were finished? Oh, well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: [unsure of how to respond] ..What? Jules: [angrily throws the small table in the room] What country are you from!? Brett: [starts hyperventilating] Wha-what? Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What"!? Bre

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Vincent: You ever seen that show Cops? I was watching it one time, and there was this cop on, and he was talking about this gunfight he had in the hallway with this guy, right, and he just unloaded on this guy, and nothing happened, he didn't hit nothing. Okay, it was just him and this guy. I mean, you know, it's freaky, but it happens. Jules: Look, you want to play blind man, go walk with the shepherd, but me - my eyes are wide fucking open. Vincent: The fuck does that mean? Jules: I mean, that's it for me. From here on in, you consider my ass retired. Vincent: Jesus Christ... Jules: Don't blaspheme. Vincent: God damn it, Jules... Jules: I said don't do that! Vincent: Hey, you know why the fuck you fucking freaking out on us? Jules: Look, I'm telling Marsellus today, I'm through. Vincent: But why don't you tell him at the same time, why? Jules: Don't worry, I will. Vincent: Yeah, and I bet you ten thousand dollars he laughs his ass off. Jules: I don't give a damn if he does. Vincent:

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Mia Wallace: Don't you hate that? Vincent: Hate what? Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question. Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

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Mia: [Returning to the table after "powdering her nose"] Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you? Vincent: We're lucky we got anything at all, I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter. Maybe we should have sat in Marilyn Monroe's section. Mia: Which one? There's two Monroe's. Vincent: No there's not. [points behind Mia at a waitress dressed as Marilyn Monroe] That is Marilyn Monroe. [points at another waitress dressed as Mamie Van Doren] That is Mamie Van Doren. I don't see Jayne Mansfield she must have the night off or something. Mia: Pretty smart. Vincent: Yeah, I got my moments. Mia: So, did you think of something to say? Vincent: Actually, I did. However, you seem like a really nice person, and I don't want to offend you. Mia: Ooh! 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: Well, well, I do. But you have to promise not to b

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Butch: You okay? Marsellus: ...Nah, man. I'm pretty fucking far from okay. Butch: What now? Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. Imma call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. [to Zed] You hear me talking, hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight! Imma get medieval on yo' ass! Butch: I meant, what now between me and you. Marsellus: Oh, that "what now." I tell you what now between me and you. There is no "me and you". Not no more. 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 leave town tonight, right now, and when you gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your LA privileges. Deal? Butch: Deal. Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.

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Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this? Butch: It's not a motorcycle, baby, it’s a chopper. Fabienne: Whose chopper is this? Butch: It's Zed's. Fabienne: Who's Zed? Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

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Jules: Mmm. Goddamn, Jimmie. This is some serious gourmet shit. Me and Vincent would've been satisfied with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, right? Heh. And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavor is this? Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules. Jules: What? Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking 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. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause 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. Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that. Jimmie: No, no, no, no, I don't want to think about anything. I want to ask you a question. When you came pullin' in here, did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"? Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no shit... Jimmie: [shouting] Did you notice a sign on the front of my house that said "Dead

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Marsellus: [calmly] Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do? ... Oh, no fucking shit, she'll freak. That ain't no kinda answer. I mean, you know, I don't. How much, a lot or a little? Jules: You got to appreciate what an explosive element this Bonnie situation is. Jules: [voice over] Um, she comes home from a hard day's work, finds a bunch of gangsters in the kitchen doing a bunch of gangster shit, there ain't no telling what she's liable to do. Marsellus: Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the if's. Jules: I don't wanna hear 'bout no motherfucking if's! 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 niggas out, and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly"! Marsellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggas out and wait for The Wolf, who should be coming directly. Jules: [pauses and becomes calm] You send

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The Wolf: Okay, first thing. You two, take the body, stick it in the trunk. Now, Jimmie, this looks to be a pretty domesticated house. That would lead me to believe that in the garage or under the sink, you've got a bunch of cleaners and cleansers and shit like that? Jimmie: Yeah, yeah, Mr. Wolfe, under the sink. The Wolf: Good. What I need you two fellas to do is take those cleaning products and clean the inside of the car. I'm talking fast, fast, fast. You need to go in the back seat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull, get it out of there, wipe down the upholstery. Now, when it comes to upholstery, it don't need to be spic-and-span. You don't need to eat off it, just give it a good once-over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected, you got to soak that shit up. Now, Jimmie, we need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets, I need comforters, I need quilts, I need bedspreads. The thicker the better, the dark

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The Wolf: How we coming, Jimmie? Jimmie: Uh, pretty good, I got-I got it all here, but, uh...Mr. Wolfe, you gotta understand something-- The Wolf: [interrupting] Winston, Jimmie, please, Winston. Jimmie: Okay. You gotta understand something, uh, Winston--[The Wolf offers Jimmie a cigarette; he demurs]--oh no, thank you--this is our best linen here, and it's a, it was a wedding present from my Uncle Conrad and my Aunt Jenny, and they're not with us any more, and I really want to help you guys out and all-- The Wolf: [interrupting] Let me ask you a question, Jimmie. [before lighting his cigarette] If you don't mind? Jimmie: No, no, please, please, go ahead. The Wolf: [after lighting his cigarette] Your Uncle...Conrad? And Aunt Jenny...were they millionaires? Jimmie: No. The Wolf: Well, your Uncle Marcellus is. And I'm positive that if Uncle Conrad and Aunt... Jimmie: Jenny. The Wolf: ...Jenny were here, they would furnish you with a whole bedroom set. Which your Uncle Marcellus is more t

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Jules: [while cleaning the bloodied car] Oh man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked up repugnant shit. Vincent: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he is wrong, that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that? Jules: Get the fuck outta my face with that shit. The motherfucker who said that shit never had to pick up itty bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass. Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules, I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. And right now I’m a fucking race-car, alright, and you got me in the red. And I’m just saying, I’m just saying that it’s fucking dangerous to have a race-car in the fucking red, that’s all. I could blow. Jules: Oh, oh, you ready to blow? Vincent: Yeah, I’m ready to blow. Jules: Well I’m a mushroom cloud layin’ motherfucker, motherfucker. Every time my fingers touch brain, I’m "Superfly TNT". I’m "The Guns of the Navarone". In fact, what the fuck

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The Wolf: Fine job, gentlemen. You may get out of this yet. Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car. The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

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The Wolf: Okay, gentlemen, let's get our rules of the road straight: We're goin' to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. Now, Monster Joe and his daughter Raquel are sympathetic to our dilemma. The place is North Hollywood, so a few twists and turns aside, we'll be goin' up Hollywood Way. Now, I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. Now, if we come across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fuckin' thing 'til I do something. Vincent: Right. The Wolf: [to Jules] What did I say? Jules: Don't do shit, unless. The Wolf: Unless what? Jules: Unless you do it first. The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. [to Vincent] How about you, Lash LaRue? Can you keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'? Vincent: Mr. Wolfe, look, the gun went off, I don't know why. I'm cool, I promise you. The Wolf: Fair enough. Now, I drive real fuckin' fast, so keep up. If I get my car back any different than I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of tw

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Vincent: Want some bacon? Jules: No, man. I don't eat pork. Vincent: Are you Jewish? Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all. Vincent: Why not? Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. Vincent: Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good. Jules: 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 eatin' nothing that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces. Vincent: How about a dog? Dog eats its own feces. Jules: I don't eat dog either. Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way. Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true? Jules: Well, we'd have to be talkin' about one charm

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Jules: Man, I just been sitting here thinking. Vincent: About what? Jules: About the miracle we just witnessed. Vincent: The miracle you witnessed. I witnessed a freak occurrence. Jules: What is a miracle, Vincent? Vincent: An act of God. Jules: And what's an act of God? Vincent: When God makes the impossible possible. But this morning, I don't think it qualifies. Jules: Hey, Vincent, don't you see? That shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way. I mean, it could be that God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my fucking car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Now, 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. Vincent: But why? Jules: Well, that's what's fucking with me. I don't know why, but I can't go back to sleep. Vincent: You serious? You're really thinking about quitting? Jules: The life? Vincent: Yeah. Jules: Mo

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Ringo: [Approaches Jules in the diner, pointing his gun at him] In the bag. [Notices the briefcase Jules is holding] What’s in the case? Jules: My boss’s dirty laundry. Ringo: Your boss makes you do his laundry? Jules: When he wants it clean. Ringo: Sounds like a shit job. Jules: Funny, I was thinking the same thing. Ringo: Open it. Jules: Afraid I can’t do that. Ringo: [Slightly agitated] I didn’t hear you. Jules: Yes you did. Yolanda: What’s going on? Ringo: Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst. Yolanda: Shoot him in the face! Jules: I hate to shatter your ego, but this ain’t the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me. Ringo: You don’t take your fucking hand off the case, it’ll be your last. Manager: Stop causing problems, you’ll get us all killed! Give them what you got and get them out of here! Jules: Shut the fuck up, fat man! This ain’t none of your goddamn business! Ringo: Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool. I got it under control. [To Jules] Now, I’m gonna count to three. If

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Jules: Vincent! Be cool! Yolanda! It’s cool, baby. It’s cool! We still just talking! Come on, point the gun at me! Point the gun at me! [She points her gun at Jules while still looking over at Vincent] There you go! And Vincent, you just hang back and don’t do a goddamn thing. [To Ringo] Tell her we still cool. Ringo: We still cool, Honey Bunny. Jules: [To Yolanda] How we doing, baby? Yolanda: [Nervously] I gotta go pee. I wanna go home. Jules: Just hang in there baby, you’re doing great, I’m proud of you. And Ringo’s proud of you. It’s almost over. Tell her you’re proud of her. Ringo: Proud of you, Honey Bunny. Yolanda: I love you. Ringo: I love you too, Honey Bunny. Jules: I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet. Ringo: Which one is it? Jules: It’s the one that says “Bad Motherfucker” on it. [Ringo looks through the bag and finds a wallet engraved with “Bad Motherfucker”] That’s it. That’s my bad motherfucker. Open it up, take out the money. [Ringo takes out a large amount of