Pulp Fiction (1994) Movie Sounds

Directed by:
Quentin Tarantino

John Travolta as Vincent Vega
Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield
Uma Thurman as Mia Wallace
Harvey Keitel as The Wolf
Tim Roth as Pumpkin
Amanda Plummer as Honey Bunny
Ving Rhames as Marsellus Wallace
Eric Stoltz as Lance
Rosanna Arquette as Jody
Christopher Walken as Captain Koons
Bruce Willis as Butch Coolidge

Samuel L. Jackson

Sam L. Jackson: Check out the big brain on Brett. You're a smart motherf*cker, that's right - the metric system.

Sam L. Jackson: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.

Sam L. Jackson: Mmm! This is a tasty burger.

Sam L. Jackson: Big Kahuna burger!

Sam L. Jackson: *Gunshot* Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?

Sam L. Jackson: Shut the f*ck up, fatman! This ain't none of your goddamn business!

Sam L. Jackson: I don't remember asking you a goddamn thing!

Sam L. Jackson: Come on, Yolanda! What's Fonzie like?" "Cool.." What? "Cool." "Correctamundo! And that's what we're gonna be - We're gonna be cool.

Sam L. Jackson: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What I..
Sam L. Jackson: Say what again. Say what again! I dare ya, I double dare ya, you motherf*cker! Say what one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's black..
Sam L. Jackson: Go on!
Brett: He's bald!
Sam L. Jackson: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
Sam L. Jackson: *BLAM*
Brett: Aauuuh auh!
Sam L. Jackson: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: Noo!
Sam L. Jackson: Then why are you trying to f*ck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't..
Sam L. Jackson: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett! You tried to f*ck him and Marsellus Wallace don't like to get f*cked by anybody else than Mrs. Wallace.

Sam L. Jackson: I don't wanna hear about no motherf*cking ifs! All I wanna hear from your ass is: 'You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf*cker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly.'

Sam L. Jackson: My name is Pit, and your ass ain't talking your way out of this shit.

Sam L. Jackson: I wouldn't go so far to call the brother fat. I mean, he has a weight problem, what's the nigger gonna do, he's Samoan.

Sam L. Jackson: Please, continue. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished? Well, allow me to retort.

Sam L. Jackson: If my answers frightens you, Vincent, then you should cease asking scary questions.

Sam L. Jackson: English, motherf*cker! Do you speak it?!

Sam L. Jackson: You, Flock of Seagulls. You know why we're here?

Samuel L. Jackson & John Travolta

John Travolta: I don't watch TV.
Sam L. Jackson: Yeah, but you are aware of that there is an invention called television and on this invention they show shows, right?

Sam L. Jackson: We should be f*cking dead my friend. What happened here was a miracle and I want you to f*cking acknowledge it!
John Travolta: Alright, it was a miracle. Can we go now?

John Travolta: Ah man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Sam L. Jackson: What!? Why the f*ck did you do that?!!
John Travolta: I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.

John Travolta: I could blow.
Sam L. Jackson: Oh, oh you're ready to blow?
John Travolta: Yeah, I'm ready to blow."
Sam L. Jackson: Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-laying-motherf*cker, motherf*cker!

Sam L. Jackson: Hey f*ck, nigger! What the f*ck you just do with the towel, man?!
John Travolta: I was drying my hands.
Sam L. Jackson: Well, you're supposed to wash 'em first!
John Travolta: You watched me wash 'em.
Sam L. Jackson:I watched you get 'em wet.
John Travolta: I was washing 'em. This shit is hard to get off. Maybe if we had lava I coulda done a better job.
Sam L. Jackson: I used the same f*ckin' soap you did and when I finished the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxie pad. Now what if he comes in here and sees a towel like this, Vincent? It's shit like this that's gonna bring this situation to an end, man!

John Travolta: Why the f*ck didn't you tell us someone was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that someone was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

Sam L. Jackson: Basically I'm just gonna walk the earth.
John Travolta: Whatcha mean 'walk the earth'?
Sam L. Jackson: You know, like Caine in Kung Fu - walk from place to place, meet people, get in adventures.

Sam L. Jackson: I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet. - New
John Travolta: Which one is it?
Sam L. Jackson: It's the one that says 'bad motherf*cker'.

John Travolta

John Travolta: So you're gonna go out there and you're gonna say 'goodnight, I've had a very lovely evening', walk out the door, get in the car, go home and jerk off and that's all you gonna do.

John Travolta: I'm gonna take a shit.

John Travolta: I'm gonna take a piss.

John Travolta: But still I have to say, you play with matches you get burned.

Harvey Keitel

Harvey Keitel: So pretty please with sugar on top, clean the f*cking car.

Harvey Keitel: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

Amanda Plummer

Amanda Plummer: Any of you f*cking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherf*cking last one of ya!

Amanda Plummer: ...and I'll execute everyone of you motherf*ckers!

Ving Rhames

Ving Rhames: This shit is between me, you and Mr. Soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, rapist here.

Ving Rhames: I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.

Ving Rhames: Now that's a hard motherf*cking fact of life.

Ving Rhames: Nah man, I'm pretty f*cking far from ok.

Ving Rhames: Take him to the kennel, sick the dogs on his ass, we'll find out for goddamn sure what he knows and what he don't.

Ving Rhames: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf*cker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, which should be coming directly.

Ving Rhames: I'm prepared to scour the earth for that motherf*cker. If Butch goes to Indo China, I want a nigger hidin' in a bowl of rice, ready to pop a cap in his ass.

Ving Rhames: What now? Let me tell you what now. *sound of agony* I'm gonna call a couple hard pipe-hittin' niggers to go to work on homes here, with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.

Ving Rhames: You hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by damn sight. I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.

Ving Rhames: No, we don't wanna think, we wanna know.

Quentin Tarantino

Quentin Tarantino: Did you notice a sign in front of my house that said 'dead nigger storage'?

Quentin Tarantino: Do you know why you didn't see that sign? Cause it ain't there, cause storing niggers ain't my f*cking business, that's why!

Quentin Tarantino: I don't need you to tell me how f*cking good my coffee is, OK. I'm the one who buys it, I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit! I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It ain't the coffee in my kitchen - it's the dead nigger in my garage.

Christopher Walken

Christopher Walken: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if  any slopes was gonna put their greasy, yellow hands on his boys birthright, so he hid, it in the one place he knew he could hide something, his ass.

Rosanna Arquette & Eric Stoltz

Rosanna Arquette: I though you told those f*cking assholes never to call here this late!
Eric Stoltz: Yeah, I told them and that's exactly what I'm gonna tell this f*cking asshole right now.

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