Frank WhaleyQuotes

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; Jules motions him to sit down] No, no, no. I just want you to know how – 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: [silence] 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"? 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"!?

Brett: What?

Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT!?

Brett: Yes!!

Jules: THEN YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING!

Brett: Yes..!

Jules: DESCRIBE WHAT MARSELLUS WALLACE “LOOKS” LIKE!

Brett: Wha-what I—?

Jules: [points gun directly in Brett's face] SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! I DARE YA! I DOUBLE-DARE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!! SAY "WHAT" ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME!

Brett: H-H-He's black...

Jules: GO ON!

Brett: ...He's bald...!

Jules: Does he look like a bitch?!

Brett: [Jules shoots Brett in the shoulder] What? AGHH!! Anh..!!

Jules: [furiously shouting at the top of his lungs] DOES! HE! LOOK!... LIKE! A BITCH?!?!

Brett: NO!

Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?

Brett: I didn't...!

Jules: Yes, you did! YES, you DID, Brett! You tried to fuck him.

Brett: No... no....

Brett: [gasping for breath] Yes...!

Jules: [[Book of Ezekiel|Ezekiel; begins pacing about the room; pulls out his gun and aims at Brett] Well, there's this passage I've got memorized, it sorta fits the occasion. ] 25:17: "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities 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 thee.

Marvin: Oh fuck. I'm fucked. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Vincent: Is he a friend of yours?

Jules: Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.

Vincent: Better tell him to shut the fuck up, he's getting on my nerves.

Jules: Marvin. Marvin. MARVIN! I'd knock that shit off if I was you.

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: [[McDonald's; [W:Wendy's|Wendy's; [W:Jack in the Box (restaurant)|Jack in the Box] No, where'd you get them? ], ], ], Where?

Brett: [[W:Big Kahuna Burger|Big Kahuna Burgers] Um, ].

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: [Vincent shakes his head] Mmm, this is a tasty burger! Vincent, you ever had a Big Kahuna Burger? Want a bite? They're real tasty.

Vincent: [pulling out a cigarette] Ain't hungry.

Jules: [turns to Brett; [w:Quarter Pounder|Quarter Pounder] 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. You know what they call a ] with cheese in France?

Brett: Um, no.

Jules: Tell em, Vincent.

Vincent: Royale with cheese.

Jules: Royale with cheese." Know why they call it that?

Brett: Uh, because of the metric system?

Jules: [smiles at Brett; places burger back down on table, pointing at Brett's drink] Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right, the metric system. What's in this?

Brett: S-Sprite.

Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?

Brett: Go right ahead.

Jules: [he takes the cup and slowly yet surely drains the contents; he places the cup back down; he dusts his hands and approaches Roger; Roger nods] Ahh. That hit the spot. You. Flock of seagulls. You know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent here where you got the shit hid at?

Marvin: [pointing] It's over there –

Jules: [suddenly a bit hostile; tense pause before he speaks back to Roger] I don't remember askin you a goddamned thing! You were saying?

Roger: [pointing in kitchen; Vincent starts rummaging through the cabinets; Vincent finds the briefcase and takes it out as he unlocks it, the contents inside glowing golden yellow as he takes his cigarette out of his mouth in shock] It's in the cupboard. No, the one by your knees.

Jules: [Vincent looks at him] We happy? Vincent. ...we happy?

Vincent: [he closes the case and locks it again] Yeah, we happy.

Buddy: What, you think somebody just handed me this job? I've handled the phones, I've juggled the bimbos, I've put up with the tyrants, the yellers, the screamers. I've done more than you can even imagine in that small mind of yours. I paid my dues!

Guy: I didn't spend one year...

Buddy: And I spent 10! Dammit, it's my turn to be selfish! it's my turn. That's the trouble with your whole MTV, microwave dinner generation. You want it all now. You think you deserve it just because you want it? It doesn't work like that. You have to earn it, you have to take it, you have to make it yours. but before you do that, Guy, you need to decide what it is you really want.

Guy: I want you to stop calling me in the middle of the night! I want you to stop sending me the fucking office for your goddamn phone numbers or your fucking sunglasses! I want my life back!

Buddy: What life? I gave you life. Before me, you were nothing. Before me, you were an ink spot, and now you're playing in the majors! I made you. You will always be "Guy from Buddy Ackerman's office"! You wanna go back to your shitty little existence? Go ahead. Leave. There's the door. No one's stopping you. You could have left any day, but you stayed. So let's just forget the Dudley-damn-Doright crap, because out here it's kill your parents, fuck your friends, and have a nice day!

Guy: That's another thing. All this time that I've worked for you, I still don't know a thing about your ex-wife. Jesus, there's not even a trace or a picture in the whole house. Was she beautiful?

Buddy: Yes.

Guy: Did you love her?

Buddy: Yes.

Guy: [lights a cigarette] How nice. When she coming home? I forgot, she left you.

Buddy: What do you want?

Guy: [thinks for a moment] What do I want? What do I want? Tell me a story. Tell me about a young Buddy in love with a woman who just didn't want him. Was it a painful separation? Did you find her in the passionate throes of a secret lover? Did you take it from everything she had? Or did the lousy bitch only get half?

Buddy: She died.

Guy: [taken aback; sarcastically] Oh. Well, is that all? Well, boo-hoo! What a line. "My wife just died, can you come home with me. Hold me. Love me. Fuck me." Christ, you are such an asshole!

Buddy: [numb; pause; pause; pause] Christmas eve, twelve years ago. She was on her way to the mall. I was supposed to have gone with her. We hadn't started our Christmas shopping yet, but it was going to be simple, just some stuff for our parents. Money was tight and shopping was a hassle anyway. We even promised not to give each other gifts. On the way, there was a car that had broken down, Mallory pulled over to help. I always told her that she was such a busybody, but she called it "just being nice". She got out and asked if everything was all right, or something stupid. Anyway, it was a scam, bunch of punk kids stealing cars. They shot her. And all this time, I was stuck at the office wrapping Christmas gifts for my boss. A lot of gifts, we had a good year, that year - I was there till 3 A.M. And the whole time I'm thinking to myself, "Oh boy, she is gonna be pissed. When I get home, I am a dead man". Anyway, I got home, got the message, went down to the hospital to identify her. It was a whole week into the new year before I found them, these stupid wind up toys and a note: "In the constant rat race of life, don't ever forget to unwind". She was never any good at writing notes.

Guy: [sheepish] Look, I didn't know...

Buddy: Oh, Guy didn't know! imagine that! Boy genius here didn't know something!

Guy: That's a bagel stain.

Dawn: Bagel stain?

Guy: I put too much cream cheese on Buddy's bagel and he threw it at me. But I learned a very valuable lesson... never put too much cream cheese on Buddy's bagel.

Buddy: Get me packed up, I gotta get to services.

Guy: What services? Who died?

Buddy: No one... yet. It's Yom Kippur, you idiot.

Guy: Oh, I didn't realize Ackerman was a Jewish name.

Buddy: [sarcastically] It's Jewish enough, especially when the big players are involved. Besides, I have a sudden need to atone for my sins.

Buddy: [[w:Richard Attenborough|Attenborough; [Steven Spielberg|Spielberg; [w:David Lean|Lean] You wanna talk big directors? Think ], think ], think ].

Guy: Lean's dead.

Buddy: No, he's not, don't you ever say that! He's just... unavailable.

Buddy Ackerman: Excuse me — what is this?

Guy: Sweet-N-Low.

Buddy: [Looks at the packet] No! this is not Sweet-N-Low, this is Equal, the blue packet. Sweet-N-Low is pink. See, Equal blue, Sweet-N-Low pink, its not the same thing, is it?

Guy: I think they both contain the same...

Buddy: What Equal contains is none of my concern here! I don't care if it has fucking fairy dust in it. What I am concerned with is detail. I asked you go get me a packet of Sweet-N-Low. You bring me back Equal. That isn't what I asked for. That isn't what I wanted. That isn't what I needed and that shit isn't going to work around here!

Guy: I, I just thought...

Buddy: You thought. Do me a fucking favor. Shut up, listen, and learn. Look, I know that this is your first day and you don't really know how things work around here, so I will tell you. You have no brain. No judgement calls are necessary. What you think means nothing. What you feel means nothing. You are here for me. You are here to protect my interests and to serve my needs. So, while it may look like a little thing to you, when I ask for a packet of Sweet-N-Low, that's what I want. And it's your responsibility to see that I get what I want.

Guy: [shows Buddy an envelope; slices the envelope into Buddy's face] You can't imagine what I've come up with. Paper cuts, now they can be a bitch, occupational hazard I guess. But I bet its been a while since you've had one. Me, I'm starting to get used to them. Stings, doesn't it? Well, like I said, you'll get used to them.

Guy: [While torturing Buddy] It makes me feel so much better.

Guy: [After shooting Buddy's phone] I want you, to think and remember, every insult, every offence, everything you have ever taken away from me. Think to yourself. Its pay back time.

Mason: 911 Emergency?

David Fox: Yeah, hello. We need some help. Some people are trying to kill us.

Mason: Where are you located, sir?

David Fox: Me and my wife, we're at this motel, the Pinewood Motel. It's near the mountains. They've got us trapped.

Mason: Who has you trapped, sir?

David Fox: I don't know. We just need help. The Pinewood Motel.

Mason: Yes, sir. Do you have an address?

David Fox: No! It's near some woods. Jesus Christ, look it up!

Mason: You're going to need to settle down, sir. You'll never survive if you lose control, Mr. Fox.

Mason: You shouldn't be wandering around in the dark by yourself.

Mason: Everything alright, Mr. Fox?

David Fox: Uh, no, because the asshole in the room right beside us keeps banging on the walls and won't stop. You got any ideas?

Mason: The room beside you?

David Fox: Yeah, room 3. Uh, I go over there to talk with the guy to try to get him to stop, but he just kind of keeps doing it. So, uh, I gotta say I don't know what his problem is.

Mason: It's very strange, seeing as you folks are the only guests I've got in here tonight.

David Fox: Well, somebody's in there, okay, and I gotta say I'm pretty exhausted.

Mason: You sure it's room 3?

David Fox: Yeah. We're in the corner, right? Number 4? Well, it's the room right besides us with the big rusty 3 on it!

David Fox: Yeah, we'll go ahead and stay here. Thanks.

Mason: I'll give you two the honeymoon suite, for five dollars extra. It's got a few perks that the others don't.

Amy Fox: Regular room will be fine, thank you.

Mason: What the heck, I'll give it to you for the same rate.

Mason: Hey folks. How can I help you?

David Fox: [hearing screaming coming from the office] Everything, uh, okay back there?

Mason: [walks back to the office and turns off tape] Oh! Sorry. Things get a little boring around here late nights!

Mason: Rules are rules. I don't make them, I'm just the manager.

Mason: [pointing to motel room] It's right there in the corner, number 4. You might have to jiggle the handle a little bit to open her up, she's as sticky as an old whore.

Josie McClellan: Would you go with me somewhere?

Jim Dodge: Where?

Josie McClellan: Florida. Wyoming, Spain. It doesn't really matter, just away somewhere.

Jim Dodge: I'd love to. I just can't afford to be... capricious and carefree like yourself. I... I... I got to set my sights on something and then really go for it.

Josie McClellan: Like janitor?

Jim Dodge: It's a beginning. I... I'm looking at...

Josie McClellan: It's an end.

Jim Dodge: I look at my high school yearbook, and I don't see four fabulous years. Actually, what I'm reminded of, is what it feels like to have my underwear yanked up my ass by some big football player with arms like telephone poles.

Josie McClellan: Okay, and where are those guys now?

Jim Dodge: [self-effacing; aiming a playful slap at her shoulder] I know they're not working nights at Target, I can tell you that.

Josie McClellan: [laughs] Yeah, you know, I look at my yearbook, and I see four fabulous years... that are gonna be the highlight of my life.

Jim Dodge: Here's what it's like. First, you feel a hand going down the back of your pants, and tighten around the elastic waistband, and then...

Josie McClellan: Highlight.

Jim Dodge: Sometimes I'd actually see stars.

Josie McClellan: [muttering to herself] It's not gonna get any better.

Jim Dodge: And if I was particularly unlucky, my shorts would, like, rip completely free, and I would get this really drastic fabric...

Josie McClellan: [bothered] Do you hear me?

Jim Dodge: Yeah.

Josie McClellan: I don't really care about a graphic description of a childhood prank.

Jim Dodge: Hey, that prank was a motif in my life.

Josie McClellan: [scoffs] You know, I'm... locked... in this store here... because I didn't have the guts to steal a skirt so that I could get arrested and embarrass my father in this... this stupid, desperate, childish, pathetic attempt to leave home. You have your underwear yanked up your ass. I have my entire life yanked up my ass!

Josie McClellan: I don't think you see what I'm getting at.

Jim Dodge: I see what you're getting at. I'm a lying monk with an Oedipus complex and an appetite for home cooking. Don't forget, you are the indecisive shoplifter.

Josie McClellan: [elated jump] Yes! Exactly! I would do anything to be in your shoes.

Jim Dodge: These are Darnell's shoes.

Josie McClellan: You know, you have freedom, and you're not using it. It makes me sad.

Jim Dodge: Well, you have the collective wealth of the entire town, and you're trying to get yourself arrested, now that makes me sad.

Josie McClellan: It makes me sad too.

Jim Dodge: It's pretty stupid.

Josie McClellan: It's very stupid.

Jim Dodge: Are you serious? I mean, you haven't been drinking? This isn't the bottle talking?

Josie McClellan: No.

Jim Dodge: Then why don't you just talk to the guy?

Josie McClellan: For the same reason you can't leave home. I can't tell my father to go to hell.

Jim Dodge: Why not?

Josie McClellan: Because I don't want to be alone.

Jim Dodge: I hope you don't take this the wrong way. I've had dreams about you.

Josie McClellan: You've had dreams about me?

Jim Dodge: [defensively:; shaking his head; laughs] Not recently. I've had... dreams about you in the past. I've had dreams about entire cheerleading squads, don't get me wrong. Kid's stuff, you know. How about you?

Josie McClellan: Do I dream? It's about all I do.

Josie McClellan: And you're happy, you know. You're happy.

Jim Dodge: I'm not happy. I'm working nights, everybody thinks I'm a liar, my whole family's laughing at me... Reverand Harwell gave me the finger last week!

Josie McClellan: [after eating dinner] Shouldn't you be cleaning up the store?

Jim Dodge: [puffing cigar] I've got plenty of time.

Josie McClellan: It's a big store.

Jim Dodge: Huge.

Josie McClellan: Always smoke cigars?

Jim Dodge: I enjoy a good one after a fine meal. It settles the stomach.

Josie McClellan: You're the town liar, right?

Jim Dodge: What?

Josie McClellan: I'm sorry, that... ah, that really came out wrong.

Jim Dodge: As if something like that could come out right.

Jim Dodge: I'm getting a feeling that you want me out of your life.

Bud Dodge: I don't want you out of my life, I want you out of my house.

Custodian: Are you a slacker?

Jim Dodge: No... Presbyterian actually.

Custodian: What did you say? What did you say? Now I'm asking you a simple question: Are you lazy?

Jim Dodge: [to himself] She's so beautiful. And I'm the town liar.

Jim Dodge: Any little fraulein who expects anything more from me than a little bit of pleasure, a little bit of danger, and a great set of pectorals, she's looking for a fall right on her ass.

Secretary Baird: The U.S. Air Force regrets to announce that a C-141 cargo plane went down over the Utah desert... the status of the crew have yet to be determined, yaddah yaddah yaddah..." Well, that's very nice bullshit, Rick.

Giles Prentice: Wait. We're making a mistake.

Secretary Baird: Giles? You have something you wish to share with us?

Prentice: [[w:Aviation Week and Space Technology|Aviation Week] Yes. ] has been following the development of the B3 for years. They have "stringers" - guys camping out in lawn chairs all night by the Whiteman perimeter fence- watching just in case one of these things take off. They're gonna know that one took off last night, and they're gonna know that it didn't come back. Now, we put out a press-release saying a C141 went down in Utah, they're going to put two and two together, Aviation Week is going to run a story, everyone's gonna know what really happened, and we're all going to look extremely... stupid. We're better off just telling the truth.

Baird: [''The officers and officials in the room laugh. Baird speaks to an aide.] The truth? How'd you get this job? Write it down, like Giles said.

Baird: Guys in lawn chairs"... I don't know, Giles. Sometimes you scare me.

Prentice: Hell, sir. Sometimes I scare myself.