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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 fuck 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: 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. JULES: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? BRETT: What? JULES: Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time! BRETT: He's b-b-black... JULES: Go on. BRETT: He's bald... JULES: Does he look like a bitch? BRETT: What? JULES: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? BRETT: NO! JULES: Then why you trying 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 Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace. JULES: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? JULES: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities 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. BUTCH: What're you looking at, friend? VINCENT: I ain't your friend, palooka. BUTCH: What did you say? VINCENT: I think you heard me just fine, punchy. VINCENT : That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good. THE WOLF: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten. JIMMIE: I can't believe this is the same car! THE WOLF: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks just yet. ZED: Bring out the Gimp. MAYNARD: But the Gimp's sleeping. ZED: Well, I guess you better go and wake him up then. JULES: Hand me my wallet. PUMPKIN: Which one is it? JULES: It's the one with "bad motherfucker" written on it. JULES: Normally, both of you would be dead as fucking fried chicken by now, but since I'm in a transitional period, I don't want to kill either one of your asses. |
| Psycho |
| NORMAN: Bates Motel... 12 rooms, 12 vacancies. MOTHER: I won't speak of disgusting things because they disgust me! NORMAN: She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you? NORMAN: Uh-uh, Mother-m-mother, uh, what is the phrase? She isn't quite herself today. NORMAN: She might have fooled me, but she didn't fool my mother. NORMAN: Oh God mother, blood! Blood! NORMAN: She's as harmless as one of those stuffed birds. NORMAN: Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay just a little while longer? Just for a talk. |