[Butch comes up beside Vincent at the bar] Butch: You lookin at something, friend? Vincent: You ain't my friend, Palooka. Butch: What's that? Vincent: I think you heard me just fine, Punchy.
The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house? Jimmie: Sure is. The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems. Jimmie: Good, we got one. The Wolf: So I heard. May I come in? Jimmie: Uh, yeah, please do.
Trudi: You know how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they? Jody: Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercings, sixteen places on my body, all o...
Mia: Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you? Vincent: We're lucky we got anything at all. I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter.
Vincent: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup? Jules: What? Vincent: Mayonnaise. Jules: Goddamn. Vincent: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.
Jules: You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror? Vincent: Yeah, maybe. Fat, right? Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What's the nigger gonna do? ...
Lance: [answering the phone] Hello. Vincent: Lance! It's Vincent. I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man. I'm coming to your house. Lance: Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man. What's the problem? Vincent: I've got this chick, she fuckin' O.D.in' on me! Lance:...
Mia: I have to go powder my nose.
[last lines] Vincent: I think we should be leaving now. Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
Lance: Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller!
Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.
The Wolf: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie? Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.
Lance: [handing Vincent the needle] Here, I'll tell you what to do. Vincent: No no no no man, man I ain't giving her... You... you, you're gonna give her the shot... Lance: No, you're gonna give her the shot... Vincent: I ain't givin' her the shot......
Paul: Hey, my name's Paul and this shit's between y'all.
Lance: Still got your Malibu? Vincent: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day? Lance: What? Vincent: Fucking keyed it. Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up. Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five...
Jules: Shit Negro! That's all you had to say!
Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee! [the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin's cup] Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.
Mia: I'll be there in three shakes of a lamb's tail.