Pulp Fiction
is one of the most unique and original films out there. After directing the
acclaimed Reservoir Dogs, Quentin Tarantino returns to the directing chair to
make Pulp Fiction, which is generally considered his best film so far. By
combining plot elements from everything he ever watched as a kid, throwing in
old music that makes the soundtrack well worth buying, and writing an excellent
script, Tarantino brought us a cult classic…in other words a “guy movie” is
what we have here.
The film holds a few surprises, and despite its length it holds your interest with stimulating dialogue and plot twists, keeping you trying to put it all together by its unorthodox scene jumbling, and the result is a film that re-defines the genre. Click here for an essay on how it redefines and revives the gangster genre.
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all the theories, some of which are just ridiculous. Seriously now…what was it
they suggested, a Grammy?
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Quotes from Pulp Fiction:
Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to
take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that
trophy, so dance good.
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Jules: Normally, both of you would be dead as fucking fried chicken by
now, but since I'm in a transitional period right now I don't want to kill
either one of your asses.
Jimmie: Well, the thing on my mind right now isn't the good coffee in my
cup; it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jimmie: I'm gonna get divorced. No marriage counseling, no trial
separation, divorced.
Honey Bunny: Any of you fuckin' pigs move, and I'll execute every mother
fuckin' last one of ya.
Vincent Vega: 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 Vega: 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 Vega: They call it “Royale” with cheese.
Jules: “Royale” with cheese! What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent Vega: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it “le Big Mac.”
Jules: “Le Big-Mac”! (Laughs) What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent Vega: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
Vincent: We should have shotguns for this.
Butch: You okay?
Marcellus: No. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Jules: Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and
givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: Not the same thing, the same ballpark.
Jules: It ain't no ballpark either. Look maybe your method of massage
differs from mine, but touchin' his lady's feet, and stickin' your tongue in
her holiest of holies, ain't the same ballpark, ain't the same league, ain't
even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot fuckin'
master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down ‘n’ everything, I don't tickle
or nothin'.
Vincent: Have you ever given a guy a foot massage?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: How many?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: Would you give me a foot massage? I'm kinda tired.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gettin' pissed.
Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett!
Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
pointing his gun
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
Jules shoots Brett in shoulder
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 shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
Marcellus: No one needs to know about this except you, me and Mr.
soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain-rapist here.
Ezekiel 25:1, among others
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.
After a long pause in their conversation
Mia Wallace: Don't you hate that?
Vincent Vega: Hate what?
Mia Wallace: Uncomfortable silences.
Lance: You're going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to
her heart.
Vincent: Then what happens?
Lance: I'm curious about that myself.
Marcellus: I'm prepared to scour the earth for that motherfucker. If
Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger there waiting in a bowl of rice ready
to pop a cap in his ass.
Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your
birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy
yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he
could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass.
Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable
piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent
home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun blows
Marvin's head off inadvertently.
Jules: Oh! Fuck's happening!
Vincent Vega: Man, I jus’ shot Marvin in the face.
Jules: Why the fuck did you do that! Oh man I've seen some crazy ass
shit in my time!
Vincent Vega: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You
probably went over a bump or something.
Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump.
Vincent Vega: 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.
Vincent Vega: I don't believe it.
Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the
road. You know cops tend to notice shit like your driving a car drenched in
fucking blood.
Vincent Vega: Take it to a friendly place, that's all.
Jules: We're in the Valley, Vincent! Marcellus ain't got no friendly
places in the Valley.
Vincent Vega: Well Jules this ain't my fucking town! Shit! What you
doin'?
Jules dials a number on his cellular phone
Jules: I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake.
Vincent Vega: Where's Toluca Lake?
Jules: Just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass
ain't home, I don't what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no
other partners in 8-1-8. Hey Jimmie, yo, how you doin'? It's Jules. Listen up
man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta
get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.
Jimmie: Now let me ask you a question, Jules. When you drove in here,
did you notice a sign out in front that said, “Dead nigger storage”?
Jules: Jimmie...
Jimmie: Answer the question! Did you see a sign out in front of my house
that said “Dead nigger storage”?
Jules: Naw man, I didn't.
Jimmie: You know why you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: Cause storin' dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business!
Winston Wolf takes exception to Vincent's taking exception to his brusque
manner
Winston Wolf: So, pretty please - with sugar on top...clean the fuckin'
car!
Vincent Vega: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred
dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie but I'd never know
'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pig sleep and root in shit.
That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to
disregard its own feces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eat their own feces.
Jules: I don't eat dog either.
Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're
definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality,
it'd cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: Well we gotta be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig. I
mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Jules: We're all gonna be three little Fonzies - and what what was
Fonzie?
Yolanda: Cool?
Jules: Correct-o-mundo!
Jules: Yolanda, I thought you were gonna be cool. When you yell at me,
it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers
get scared, that's when motherfuckers get accidentally shot.
Jules Winnfield: Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?
Pumpkin: What?
Jules Winnfield: Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't hafta kill
your ass. You read the Bible?
Pumpkin: Not regularly.
Jules Winnfield: There's this passage I got memorized. 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 the 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 I am the Lord when I lay my
vengeance upon you.” I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard
it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it
was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap
in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm
thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr.
9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of
darkness. Or is could by you're the righteous man and I'm 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'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm
tryin, Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.
Cast overview, first billed only:
John Travolta .... Vincent Vega
Samuel L. Jackson .... Jules Winnfield
Uma Thurman .... Mia Wallace
Harvey Keitel .... Winston Wolf
Tim Roth .... Pumpkin (Ringo)
Amanda Plummer .... Honey Bunny (Yolanda)
Maria de Medeiros .... Fabienne
Ving Rhames .... Marsellus Wallace
Eric Stoltz .... Lance
Rosanna Arquette .... Jody
Christopher Walken .... Captain Koons
Bruce Willis .... Butch Coolidge
Quentin Tarantino .... Jimmie
Frank Whaley .... Brett
Laura Lovelace .... Waitress