Vincent (John Travolta): You know what they call uh quarter-pounder with cheese in Paris?
Jules (Samuel L Jackson): They don’t call it a quarter-pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn’t know what a quarter pounder is.
Jules: What do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: 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: You know the shows on TV?
Vincent: I don’t watch TV.
Jules: Yeah, but you are aware that there’s an invention called television and on this invention they show shows right?
Jules: Don’t be tellin’ me about foot massages, I’m the f kng’ foot master!
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace look like?
Jules, pointing his gun: Say “what” again. SAY “WHAT” AGAIN! I dare you, I double
dare you, mother fk er! 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?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Jules: Then why you trying to f him like a b! tc h, Brett?
Brett: I didn’t!
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to f him. And Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be f’ed by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
Jules: You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett: (in spasm) Yes.
Jules: There’s a passage I got memorized, sort of fits this occasion: Ezekiel 25:17. “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 attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.”
Vincent: Which one’s Trudi? The one with all the shit on her face?
Lance: No, that’s Jody. That’s my wife.
Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman): Warm. Warmer. Disco!
Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the amount of abuse I can take.
Jimmie: I can’t believe this is the same car!
Winston Wolf: Well, let’s not start sucking each others privateparts just yet.
Jules: We’re all gonna be three little Fonzies–and what was Fonzie?!
Jules: Normally, both your as-ses would be dead as f king fried chicken, but I’m in a transitional period. I don’t wanna to kill you, I want to help you.
Jules: Maybe it means you’re the evil man, and I’m the righteous man, and Mr. nine millimeter here, he’s the the shepherd, protecting my righteous a-ss in the valley of darkness. Or it might mean that you are the righteous man, and I am the shepherd, and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is, you’re the weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men; but I’m trying, Ringo, I’m trying real hard…to be the shepherd.