Movie: Pulp fiction (Pulp Fiction). Page 2

The evening before the fight, you may feel a slight sting... That would be you ***at your pride.

Just so we're not gonna split up! I'll give your ass flogging.

Well, now, you me excuse, but I'll go home and collapse there with a heart attack.

- You can use my straw, I'm not contagious.
Well, maybe I'm contagious.
- With your infection I'll be fine.

Don't you hate that?
What?
- Awkward silence. Why do people need to talk about something in order to feel at ease?
I do not know. Good question.
Only when you find your person, can be silent for hours and having a lot of fun.

- Would you hand me a towel, 'panchik?
Oh, I like it. I like "'panchik". "'panchik" is much better than Mongoloid.

You could take the shotguns.
- How many?
- Three-four.
- Including our guy?
I'm not sure.
- Then five or six?
Maybe.
You could take the shotguns.

Nobody kills anyone in my shop. Just me and Zed.

The fact that you are a character doesn't mean that this is the character you have.

When you guys get together, you don't gossip worse than Housewives.

- Take off your shirt and find her heart.
Won't find?
- We will be giving her a shot in the heart, so it would be more exact!

- Look... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. You, I understand name is Vincent, right? But your name I have not heard...
My name is Pete, but you this shit will not get out.

- What's your name?
- Butch.
What does it mean?
- I'm American, honey, our names don't mean shit.

- No, let me ask you a question: did you see me in front of the house the sign "store dead niggers"?
- No. I have not seen.
- Do you know why you didn't see that sign?
Why?
- Yes, because it's not there! Because storing dead niggers is not my business, that's why!