Movie: Pulp fiction (Pulp Fiction). Page 1

Bad character is not so strong.

- Well, you know, on the TV show series...
- I don't watch TV.
- Yeah, but you know they invented a thing called TV. And that TV show shows.

- Answer!!! You tried it ***at?
- No, no!!! Thank you!!
- No, you TRIED it ***at, isn't it? And Mr. Marcellus Wallace don't like it when ***yaut! He anyone ***em!

... your grandfather found the Japanese and put in a pow camp. He had a gold watch, and he knew that if they found, then confiscated. And grandpa really didn't want these things touching watch their greasy yellow hands. Then he decided to hide them in the safest place in his ass. Half a lifetime he passed these hours in the ass. Then they were inherited by your father, and he also wore them in the ass. When your father died, he gave the watch to me, and I also wore them in his ass. And now these great gold watches are yours.
(He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch it, they would be confiscated. Selected. But your father believed that these hours belong to you. And he didn't want those cross-eyed creature was missing its dirty yellow feet that belongs to his son. So he found a place where they could safely hide in the ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. And then he died of dysentery. He give me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years.)

No need to think. You need to know.

- If you let him get away with half a Grand, I'll shoot him! From the principle.

To go there half an hour I'll be there in ten minutes.

Don't you understand, Vincent - I'm not talking about it.
You judge things with the wrong point of view. Not in this sense. God can stop bullets, he can turn Coca-Cola into Pepsi-Cola or to find my car keys. It is impossible to judge such things based solely on their significance. It is irrelevant whether what has happened is a miracle by definition. Significantly different: I felt the presence of God, and so he was there.

- The belly makes a man stupid and like a gorilla. But a woman with a pot belly is very sexy. If I had one, I'd wear a t-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.
- Do you think it will please men?
- I don't care what men like!

- Really?
- In fact, no one knows what Marselas threw Tony out the window. No one, except Marselas and Tony. And when you little scamps get together you're worse than a circle of cutting and sewing.

Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility.

- If the series went into business, in each series I would have told the bearded anecdote.
- You know a lot of bearded anekdotov?
Well, actually, I managed to tell only one, because we took only one series.
- Tell.
- No. You wouldn't like it, and I'd be embarrassed.
- You were ready to tell fifty million people, and you can't tell me? I promise I won't laugh!
- I'm afraid of, Vincent.
That's not what I meant. Well, you know...

They've got everything a bit wrong. I mean, they have everything exactly the same as here, only a little different.

I know how we're going - we're not going!