Phil LaMarrQuotes

Vincent: You ever seen that show Cops? I was watching it one time, and there was this cop on, and he was talking about this gunfight he had in the hallway with this guy, right, and he just unloaded on this guy, and nothing happened, he didn't hit nothing. Okay, it was just him and this guy. I mean, you know, it's freaky, but it happens.

Jules: Look, you want to play blind man, go walk with the shepherd, but me - my eyes are wide fucking open.

Vincent: The fuck does that mean?

Jules: I mean, that's it for me. From here on in, you consider my ass retired.

Vincent: Jesus Christ...

Jules: Don't blaspheme.

Vincent: God damn it, Jules...

Jules: I said don't do that!

Vincent: Hey, you know why the fuck you fucking freaking out on us?

Jules: Look, I'm telling Marsellus today, I'm through.

Vincent: But why don't you tell him at the same time, why?

Jules: Don't worry, I will.

Vincent: Yeah, and I bet you ten thousand dollars he laughs his ass off.

Jules: I don't give a damn if he does.

Vincent: Marvin, what do you make of all this?

Marvin: Man, I don't even have an opinion.

Vincent: [Turns around, sloppily pointing his gun at Marvin; Vincent's gun goes off, killing Marvin instantly and covering the car's interior in his blood and brains] Well, you gotta have an opinion! I mean, do you think that God came down from Heaven and stopped the-

Jules: Oh! The fuck's happening?! Ah!

Vincent: Oh shit!

Jules: Man!

Vincent: Aw, man, I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!

Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.

Jules: Oh man, I seen some crazy ass shit in my time, but this...

Vincent: Chill out man, I told you it was an accident, you probably went over a bump or something!

Jules: Hey, the car ain't hit no motherfucking bump!

Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch, the gun went off, I don't know why!

Jules: Well look at this fucking mess, man! We're on a city street in broad daylight here!

Vincent: I don't believe it, man!

Jules: Well, believe it now, motherfucker, we got to get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood!

Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that's all!

Jules: This is The Valley, Vincent! Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in The Valley!

Vincent: WELL, JULES, THIS AIN'T MY FUCKIN’ TOWN, MAN!

Jules: [''Pulls out a cell phone and extends the antenna] Shit!

Vincent: What you doing?

Jules: [[W:Toluca Lake|Toluca Lake] I'm calling my partner in ].

Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake?

Jules: [over the telephone] It's just over the hill here, over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we gonna do, man, cause I ain't got no other partners in 818. Jimmie, yo, how you doin', man? It's Jules. Just listen up, man, me and my homeboy in some serious fucking shit, man. We're in a car we gotta get off the road pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple hours...

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.