A homicide investigator digs deeper into a case involving a trained military sniper who shot five random victims.
Stars: Tom Cruise, Rosamund Pike, Richard Jenkins
Top Jack Reacher (2012) Quotes
Jack Reacher: Look out the window. Helen: No, I’ve work to do. Jack Reacher: Just humor me. Helen: And you need to leave. Jack Reacher: Okay. [Grabs Helen’s arm and starts to pull her to the window] Helen: Let, let go of me. Jack Reacher: Would you tell me what you see? Helen: I see the same… things I see every day. Jack Reacher: Well, imagine you’ve never seen it. Imagine you’ve spent your whole life in other parts of the world being told every day you’re defending freedom. And finally you decide you’ve had enough. Time to see what you’ve given up your whole life for. Maybe get some of that freedom for yourself. Look at the people. Now tell me which ones are free. Free from debt. Anxiety. Stress. Fear. Failure. Indignity. Betrayal. How many wish that they were born knowing what they know now? Ask yourself how many would do things the same way over again? And how many would live their lives like me.
Jack Reacher: There are four types of people who join the military. For some, it’s a family trade. Others are patriots, eager to serve. Next, you have those who just need a job. Than there’s the kind who want a legal means of killing other people.
Jack Reacher: You think I’m a hero? I am not a hero. I’m a drifter with nothing to lose. Now you killed that girl to put me in a frame. I mean to beat you to death and drink your blood from a boot. Now, this is how it’s gonna work. You’re gonna give me the address and I’ll be along when I am damn good and ready. If she doesn’t answer the phone when I call this number, if I even think you’ve hurt her, I disappear. And if you’re smart, that scares you, because I’m in your blind spot and I have nothing better to do.
Jack Reacher: There are three things cops never do. They don’t vote Democrat, they don’t drive Cadillacs, and they never use personal vehicles.
Jeb: Hey. Outside. Jack Reacher: Pay your check first. Jeb: I’ll pay later. Jack Reacher: You won’t be able to.
Jack Reacher: What I mean is, the cheapest woman tends to be the one you pay for. Sandy: [stands up, angrily] I am *not* a hooker! Jack Reacher: Well, a hooker would get the joke. Jeb: [enters with his four buddies] What’s this? Sandy: He called me a whore. Jeb: Is that true? Jack Reacher: Well, nobody said whore. She inferred hooker, but I meant slut. Punk: Hey. That’s our sister. Jack Reacher: Is she a good kisser? Jeb: Hey. Outside. Jack Reacher: Pay your check first. Jeb: I’ll pay later. Jack Reacher: You won’t be able to. Jeb: You think? Jack Reacher: All the time. You should try it. Jeb: It’s a great joke, but I’m gonna beat your ass. Do you want to do that here or outside? Jack Reacher: Outside. [gets up] Jeb: Stay here, Sandy. Sandy: I don’t mind the sight of blood. Jack Reacher: [walks by Sandy] When it means you’re not pregnant, anyway.
Gary: I’m gonna need to see some I.D. Jack Reacher: Go get Sandy. Gary: Well, I need to see something. Jack Reacher: How about the inside of an ambulance? 23 of 23 found this interesting | Share this Sandy: [sits down at Reacher’s table] Mind if I share your table? [Jack gives a nod] Sandy: I’m Sandy. Jack Reacher: So was I. Last week. On a beach, in Florida. Sandy: What’s your name? Jack Reacher: Jimmie Reese. Sandy: You don’t look like a Jimmie. Jack Reacher: What do I look like? Sandy: I don’t know. But not a Jimmie. So you’re new in town? Jack Reacher: Usually. Sandy: It’s kind of loud in here. Do you wanna, maybe, go someplace quieter? I have a car. Jack Reacher: You’re old enough to drive? Sandy: I’m old enough to do a lot of things. Jack Reacher: I’m on a budget, Sandy. Sandy: [perplexed] What? Jack Reacher: I can’t afford you. Sandy: I’m not a hooker. Jack Reacher: Oh, then I *really* can’t afford you.
Jack Reacher: Got a car? Punk: It’s outside. Jack Reacher: Keys. Punk: My hand, man. They’re in my pock… Okay, okay. [gives a key to Jack] Jack Reacher: Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you *ever* want to see me again? Punk: No way. Jack Reacher: Am I stealing your car? Punk: Use it as long as you like. Jack Reacher: You’re very kind.
[from trailer] James Barr: There’s this guy. He’s a kind of cop, at least he used to be. He doesn’t care about proof, he doesn’t care about the law, he only cares about what’s right. He knows what I did. You can’t protect me. No one can.
Rodin: So… how do we find this Reacher? Emerson: Obviously, you don’t find this guy unless he wants to be found. Secretary: [Knocks and enters the room] Excuse me, sir. There’s a Jack Reacher here to see you.
Helen: So why are you so hard to find? Jack Reacher: I’m impossible to find. Helen: Why is that? Jack Reacher: Well, you could say it started out as an exercise and became an addiction.
Jack Reacher: I was born in October. When I get to my birthday, I’m gonna pull the trigger.
[from trailer] Jack Reacher: You think I’m a hero? I am not a hero. And if you’re smart, that scares you. Because I have nothing to lose.
Sandy: [Sandy, Jeb and four other guys all surround Reacher outside a bar] [to Reacher] Sandy: You still think you’re funny now, creep? Jeb: Shut your mouth, Sandy! No one is talking to you! Jack Reacher: It’s your last chance to walk away. Jeb: [chuckles] Are you kidding? It’s five against one. Jack Reacher: [shakes his head] It’s *three* against one. Jeb: [perplexed] *How* do you figure? Jack Reacher: Well, once I take out the leader, which is you, I’ll have to contend with one or two enthusiastic wingmen. The last two guys, they always run. Jeb: Oh, you, uh, you’ve done this before? Jack Reacher: [reluctantly nods] It’s getting late. [Jeb moves in] Jack Reacher: Remember, you wanted this. [Jeb smiles and swings at Reacher, who ducks and elbows Jeb in the forehead, who falls to the ground] Jack Reacher: It’s okay. [helps Jeb up] Jack Reacher: Get up. [kicks Jeb in the groin from behind, Jeb groans and Reacher pushes him aside with his foot. The other four move in closer] Jack Reacher: Okay, let me know who’s who. Let’s get this done. [Reacher easily takes down the other four, with him holding the last guy’s foot under his arm. Two of the guys get up and both stare at Reacher with fear] Jack Reacher: Really? [kicks the last guy in the chest, who screams as he falls to the ground. The two guys run away as the cops come. Sandy runs away as well] Cop: [points his gun at Reacher] On the ground. Jack Reacher: That’s a pretty impressive response time, fellas. Cop: Do it! [Reacher reluctantly gets down on the ground, next to a groaning Jeb] Cop: Hands behind your back. Jack Reacher: [to Jeb] Who hired you?
The Zec: We’ll see which one of us goes to prison. Jack Reacher: My bet? Neither one. [shoots the Zec in cold blood]
Helen: What about the truth? What about getting the guys who really did this? What about bringing him to justice? Jack Reacher: I just did. 8 of 8 found this interesting | Share this Cash: This the lady? Jack Reacher: Helen Rodin, Martin Cash. Cash: A pleasure. You look like hell there, Army. Jack Reacher: You asked if I was afraid I’d end up like Barr. I’m not. I’m afraid I’ll end up like this guy. Cash: There’s a lot of dead bodies out here. So let’s get to it. Jack Reacher: We should probably go. Helen: Wait. That’s it? It’s just over? Jack Reacher: You’ll be all right, counselor. Helen: No. What if I need you? How will I find you? Jack Reacher: You don’t need me. Not anymore. Cash: Get her number. Let’s go!
Jack Reacher: With a name like yours, you’re gonna feel right at home. The Zec: Prison? In America? A retirement home. If I go to prison at all. Jack Reacher: You think you’re gonna walk? The Zec: You are a homeless drifter wanted for murder. Meanwhile, I am an old man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to you, who is left to say otherwise? Who?
Jack Reacher: And sticking it to your father because… Helen: No. Not my father. The Office of the District Attorney. Jack Reacher: …because the Office of the District Attorney never bought you a pony.
Jack Reacher: You understand you’re not just asking me to look at the evidence. You’re asking me to look at a cold-blooded killer. A man I know to be guilty. A man you want to keep off death row. You’re asking me to look at him objectively. Helen: Yes, that is what I’m asking. Jack Reacher: I’ll do it. On one condition. Helen: Name it. Jack Reacher: You have to look at the victims objectively.
Helen: Were you really going to shoot him? Jack Reacher: I knew I wouldn’t have to. One look at this guy and you know he’ll do anything to survive. One look at me and you know I’m not bluffing.
Jack Reacher: Who is he? Helen: That’s John Doe Number Two. The man on the grassy knoll. The thing under the bed. They call him the Zec.
Sandy: Am I in trouble? Jack Reacher: Not if you lend me your car. Sandy: I don’t have a car. Jack Reacher: Well, sure you do. It’s outside. I’m guessing you’re the Camaro. That whimsy little pickup has Gary written all over it. Keys? Sandy: I can’t. It’s Jeb’s car! Jack Reacher: Well, won’t he be surprised when I drive it home for him. Sandy: Who are you, mister? Really? Jack Reacher: [Sandy gives him a key] I’m just a guy who wants to be left alone.
Linsky: I made a mistake. I mean, you can still use me, just, just tell me how to fix… The Zec: To survive. Don’t say “fix it,” because you can’t. We covered up the one mess. You made another. Linsky: All right. You’re right. You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m sorry. Just, tell me what I have to do. The Zec: I was in prison in Siberia. I spent my first winter wearing a dead man’s coat. A hole in one pocket. I chewed these fingers off before the frostbite could turn to gangrene. These I gave up to avoid working in the sulfur mine. That is how I survived when so many others did not. A man this rare can always be of use. So show me. Show me you are rare. Show me you’ll do anything to survive. Linsky: I don’t understand. The Zec: The fingers from your left hand. Linsky: Have you… Have you got a knife?
The Zec: Did I have a knife in Siberia? Linsky: No… Come on, you’ve, you’ve got to be kidding. The Zec: You can do it. Show me. Linsky: [tries to chew his thumb off] Christ! Can’t! I can’t. The Zec: Always the bullet. Linsky: I can’t! The Zec: I don’t understand. [Charlie shoots Linsky]
Helen: You want me to wait? Jack Reacher: No, I’ll meet you back at the office later. Helen: How will you get there? Jack Reacher: I’ll hitch a ride.
Cash: [drives away and laughs after Reacher guns down the last remaining men] Suck it!
Jack Reacher: I mean to beat you to death and drink your blood from a boot.
[last lines] James Barr: There’s this guy. He’s a kind of cop. At least he used to be. [scene shifts to a bus with a man yelling at a woman he is sitting next to while James continues] James Barr: [voice-over] He doesn’t care about the law. He doesn’t care about proof. He only cares about what’s right. Man on Bus: Look at me when I’m talking to you! [the camera pulls back to show Reacher is also on the bus while James continues] James Barr: [voice-over] He knows what I did. He know where I am. And this guy, he made me a promise. Man on Bus: I said, shut your mouth! [Reacher hears the augument and reacts as he hears a slap while James continues] James Barr: [voice-over] If I ever got in trouble again, he’d be there. [Reacher gets up and moves towards the back of the bus where the man is seated
Jack Reacher: I need some sleep. You too. Helen: You don’t really think I’m gonna…
[first lines] Emerson: It’s life or death now, James. By that, I mean you’re doing one or the other up in Rockview. This here is District Attorney Rodin. Want to know what he’s wondering? Whether you’re gonna walk like a man or cry like a pussy on your way to the death house. See, the D.A. likes the needle, whereas me, I like to see a man like you live a long life – with all your teeth knocked out. Passed around till a brother can’t tell your fart from a yawn.
John Wick: Chapter 2 (2017) Trailer and Top Quotes Legendary hitman John Wick is forced back out of retirement by a former associate plotting to seize control of a shadowy international assassins’ guild. Bound by a blood oath to help him, John travels to Rome, where he squares off against some of the world’s deadliest killers
John Wick: Chapter 2 (2017) Top Quotes
Tailor: Is this a formal event or a social affair? John Wick: Social. Tailor: How many buttons? John Wick: Two. Tailor: And what style? John Wick: Tactical…
The Bowery King: [From trailer] John Wick, you’re not very good at retiring. John Wick: I’m working on it.
The Fate of the Furious (original title) Now that Dom and Letty are on their honeymoon and Brian and Mia have retired from the game-and the rest of the crew has been exonerated-the globetrotting team has found a semblance of a normal life. But when a mysterious woman seduces Dom into the world of crime he can’t seem to escape and a betrayal of those closest to him, they will face trials that will test them as never before. From the shores of Cuba and the streets of New York City to the icy plains off the arctic Barents Sea, the elite force will crisscross the globe to stop an anarchist from unleashing chaos on the world’s stage… and to bring home the man who made them a family. Written by harpreet phamber
Fast & Furious 8 (2017) Top Quotes
[from trailer] Hobbs: I will beat you like a Cherokee drum.
[from trailer] Roman Pearce: Why are they shooting at me? Tej Parker: I don’t know. Maybe because you’re in a orange Lamborghini. Roman Pearce: Shut up, Tej!
Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) and Vincent Vega (John Travolta) are two hit men who are out to retrieve a suitcase stolen from their employer, mob boss Marsellus Wallace (Ving Rhames). Wallace has also asked Vincent to take his wife Mia (Uma Thurman) out a few days later when Wallace himself will be out of town. Butch Coolidge (Bruce Willis) is an aging boxer who is paid by Wallace to lose his weight. The lives of these seemingly unrelated people are woven together comprising of a series of funny, bizarre and uncalled-for incidents. Written by Soumitra. Stars: John Travolta, Uma Thurman, Samuel L. Jackson
Pulp Fiction (1994) Top Quotes
Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we’re here? Why don’t you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at? Marvin: It’s over th… Jules: I don’t remember askin’ you a Goddamn thing! You were saying? Roger: It’s in the cupboard. [Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard] Roger: No, no, the one by your kn-knees. Jules: We happy? [Vincent continues staring at the briefcase’s contents] Jules: Vincent! We happy? Vincent: Yeah, we happy. Brett: I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn’t get yours… Jules: My name’s Pitt. And your ass ain’t talkin’ your way out of this shit. Brett: No, no, I just want you to know… I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never… Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I’m sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What’s the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country are you from? Brett: What? What? Wh – ? Jules: “What” ain’t no country I’ve ever heard of. They speak English in What? Brett: What? Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it? Brett: Yes! Yes! Jules: Then you know what I’m sayin’! Brett: Yes! Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What? Jules: Say ‘what’ again. Say ‘what’ again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
[after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists] Butch: You okay? Marsellus: Naw man. I’m pretty fuckin’ far from okay. Butch: What now? Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I’ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin’ niggers, who’ll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin’, hillbilly boy? I ain’t through with you by a damn sight. I’ma get medieval on your ass. Butch: I meant what now between me and you? Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Mia: Don’t you hate that? Vincent: What? Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? Vincent: I don’t know. That’s a good question. Mia: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Brett: H-H-He’s black… Jules: Go on! Brett: He’s bald…! Jules: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: What? Jules: [shoots Brett in the shoulder] DOES HE… LOOK… LIKE A BITCH? Brett: No! Jules: Then why you tryin’ 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: [gasping] No, no… Jules: But Marcellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
Jules: I’m not giving you that money. I’m buying something from you. Wanna know what I’m buyin’ Ringo? Pumpkin: What? Jules: Your life. I’m givin’ you that money so I don’t have to kill your ass. You read the Bible? Pumpkin: Not regularly. Jules: There’s a 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.” Now… I been sayin’ that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You’d be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin’ made me think twice. See, now I’m thinking: maybe it means 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 it could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. And 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 the shepherd.
Vincent: Want some bacon? Jules: No man, I don’t eat pork. Vincent: Are you Jewish? Jules: Nah, I ain’t Jewish, I just don’t dig on swine, that’s all. Vincent: Why not? Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals. Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood. Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ’cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eat nothin’ that ain’t got sense enough to disregard its own feces. Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its 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, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true? Jules: Well we’d have to be talkin’ about one charming 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: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Vincent: 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: 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: They call it a Royale with cheese. Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac? Vincent: Well, a Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac. Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper? Vincent: I dunno, I didn’t go into Burger King.
Esmeralda: What is your name? Butch: Butch. Esmeralda: What does it mean? Butch: I’m American, honey. Our names don’t mean shit.
Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this? Butch: It’s a chopper, baby. Fabienne: Whose chopper is this? Butch: It’s Zed’s. Fabienne: Who’s Zed? Butch: Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.
Jimmie: I can’t believe this is the same car. The Wolf: Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet.
The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work. Vincent: A please would be nice. The Wolf: Come again? Vincent: I said a please would be nice. The Wolf: Get it straight buster – I’m not here to say please, I’m here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you’d better fucking do it and do it quick. I’m here to help – if my help’s not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen. Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain’t like that, your help is definitely appreciated. Vincent: I don’t mean any disrespect, I just don’t like people barking orders at me. The Wolf: If I’m curt with you it’s because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please… with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
Vincent: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home and have a heart attack. 103 of 103 found this interesting | Share this Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin. Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny. Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery! Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!
[cleaning their bloody hands] Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel? Vincent: I was dryin’ my hands. Jules: You’re supposed to wash ’em first! Vincent: You watched me wash ’em. Jules: I watched you get ’em wet. Vincent: I was washing ’em. But this shit’s hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job. Jules: I used the same fuckin’ soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn’t look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!
Jules: [Vincent and Jules are cleaning the inside of the car which is covered in blood] Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit. Vincent: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he’s wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that? Jules: Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass. Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Now, right now, I’m a fuckin’ race car, right, and you got me the red. And I’m just sayin’, I’m just sayin’ that it’s fuckin’ dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin’ red. That’s all. I could blow. Jules: Oh! Oh! You ready to blow? Vincent: Yeah, I’m ready to blow. Jules: Well, I’m a mushroom-cloud-layin’ motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I’m Superfly T.N.T., I’m the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN’ IN THE BACK? YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We’re fuckin’ switchin’! I’m washin’ the windows, and you’re pickin’ up this nigger’s skull!
[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie’s kitchen] Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster’s Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this? Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie. Jules: [pause] What? Jimmie: I don’t need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? 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 because when I drink it I want to 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. Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don’t even worry about that… Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said “Dead Nigger Storage”? Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain’t seen no… Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said “Dead Nigger Storage”? Jules: [pause] No. I didn’t. Jimmie: You know WHY you didn’t see that sign? Jules: Why? Jimmie: ‘Cause it ain’t there, ’cause storing dead niggers ain’t my fucking business, that’s why! 183 of 186 found this interesting | Share this [Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive] Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That’s pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
Jules: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet. Pumpkin: Which one is it? Jules: It’s the one that says Bad Motherfucker.
The Wolf: You see that, young lady? Respect. Respect for one’s elders gives character. Raquel: I have character. The Wolf: Just because you are a character doesn’t mean that you have character.
Jules: Whoa, 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: It’s not. It’s the same ballpark. Jules: Ain’t no fuckin’ ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin’ his wife’s feet, and stickin’ your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain’t the same fuckin’ ballpark, it ain’t the same league, it ain’t even the same fuckin’ sport. Look, foot massages don’t mean shit. Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage? Jules: [scoffs] 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 and everything, I don’t be ticklin’ or nothin’. Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage? [Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he’s been set up] Jules: Fuck you. Vincent: You give them a lot? Jules: Fuck you. Vincent: You know, I’m getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself. Jules: Man, you best back off, I’m gittin’ a little pissed here.
Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke? Vincent: Sure, but I think I’m still a little too petrified to laugh. Mia: No, you wont laugh, ‘cus it’s not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I’ll tell it. Vincent: I can’t wait. Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him… and says, Catch up.
Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He’d be damned if any slopes gonna put 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 goes off and blows Marvin’s head off] Vincent: Whoa! Jules: What the fuck’s happening, man? Ah, shit man! Vincent: Oh 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’ve seen some crazy ass shit in my time… Vincent: 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: 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. Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta 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 fucking town, man! Jules: Shit! [Jules dials a number on his cell phone] Vincent: What you doin’? Jules: I’m calling Jimmie, my old partner. He lives in Toluca Lake. Vincent: Where’s Toluca Lake? Jules: 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’re going to do, man. ‘Cause I ain’t got no other partners in 8-1-8. [into the phone] Jules: Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin’, man? 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.
Jules: Hey kids! How you boys doin’? [to man laying on the couch] Jules: Hey, keep chillin’. You know who we are? We’re associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don’t you? Let me take a wild guess here. You’re Brett, right? Brett: Yeah. Jules: I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don’t you, Brett? Brett: Yeah, yeah, I remember him. Jules: Good. Looks like me an Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin’? Brett: Hamburgers. Jules: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers? Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers. Jules: No, no no, where’d you get ’em? McDonalds? Wendy’s? Jack in the Box? Where? Brett: Big Kahuna Burger. Jules: Big Kahuna Burger. That’s that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain’t never had one myself. How are they? Brett: They’re good. Jules: Mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right? [Picks up burger and takes a bite] Jules: Mmm-mmmm. That is a tasty burger. Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger? [Vincent shakes his head] Jules: Wanna bite? They’re real tasty. Vincent: Ain’t hungry. Jules: Well, if you like burgers give ’em a try sometime. I can’t usually get ’em myself because my girlfriend’s a vegitarian which pretty much makes me a vegitarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mm-mm-mm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France? Brett: No. Jules: Tell ’em, Vincent. Vincent: A Royale with cheese. Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that? Brett: Because of the metric system? Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You’re a smart motherfucker. That’s right. The metric system. What’s in this? Brett: Sprite. Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down? Brett: Go right ahead. Jules: Ah, hit the spot.
Lance: Hey, whattya think about Trudi? She ain’t got a boyfriend. You wanna hang out, get high? Vincent: Which one’s Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face? Lance: No, that’s Jody. That’s my wife.
Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal. Vincent: How many up there? Jules: Three or four. Vincent: That’s countin’ our guy? Jules: Not sure. Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there? Jules: It’s possible. Vincent: We should have fuckin’ shotguns.
Jules: I don’t wanna hear about no motherfuckin’ ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry which should be coming directly. Marsellus: You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly. 39 of 39 found this interesting | Share this Jules: Bitch, be cool!
The Wolf: That’s thirty minutes away. I’ll be there in ten.
Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.
Fabienne: I was looking at myself in the mirror. Butch: Uh-huh? Fabienne: I wish I had a pot. Butch: You were lookin’ in the mirror and you wish you had some pot? Fabienne: A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy. Butch: Well you should be happy, ’cause you do. Fabienne: Shut up, Fatso! I don’t have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did “Lucky Star,” it’s not the same thing. Butch: I didn’t realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly. Fabienne: The difference is huge. Butch: You want me to have a pot? Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I’d wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it. Butch: You think guys would find that attractive? Fabienne: I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
Lance: You’re going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she’s got, uh, breastplate… [taps Mia’s chest] Lance: So you gotta pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion. [demonstrates] Vincent: I-I gotta stab her three times? Lance: No, you don’t gotta fucking stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it’s gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger. Vincent: What happens after that? Lance: I’m kinda curious about that myself…
Jules: [talking about Mia, Marsellus Wallace’s wife] I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot. Vincent: Pilot? What’s a pilot? Jules: Well, you know the shows on TV? Vincent: I don’t watch TV. Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there’s an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right? Vincent: Yeah. Jules: Well, the way they pick TV shows is, they make one show. That show’s called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows, and on the strength of that one show they decide if they want to make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don’t, become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.
Marsellus: I’m prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.
Jules: This was Divine Intervention! You know what “divine intervention” is? Vincent: Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets. Jules: Yeah, man, that’s what it means. That’s exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets. Vincent: I think we should be going now. Jules: Don’t do that! Don’t you fucking do that! Don’t blow this shit off! What just happened was a fucking miracle! Vincent: Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens. Jules: Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn’t just happen. Vincent: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops? Jules: We should be fuckin’ dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it! Vincent: Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?
Jules: Now Yolanda, we’re not gonna do anything stupid, are we? Yolanda: You don’t hurt him. Jules: Nobody’s gonna hurt anybody. We’re gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what’s Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what’s Fonzie like? Yolanda: Cool? Jules: What? Yolanda: He’s cool. Jules: Correctamundo. And that’s what we’re gonna be. We’re gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I’m gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One… two… three. [Ringo sits down opposite Jules] Yolanda: All right, now you let him go. Jules: Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that’s when motherfuckers accidentally get shot. Yolanda: You just know, you touch him, you die. Jules: Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don’t want that. And you don’t want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn’t want that.
Jules: I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me. Pumpkin: You don’t take your fucking hand off that case, it’ll be your last.
Jules: Look, just because I don’t be givin’ no man a foot massage don’t make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin’ house, fuckin’ up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, ’cause I’ll kill the motherfucker, know what I’m sayin’? Vincent: I ain’t saying it’s right. But you’re saying a foot massage don’t mean nothing, and I’m saying it does. Now look, I’ve given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don’t, but they do, and that’s what’s so fucking cool about them. There’s a sensuous thing going on where you don’t talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have fucking better known better. I mean, that’s his fucking wife, man. He can’t be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I’m saying? Jules: That’s an interesting point. Come on, let’s get into character.
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.
Lance: If you’re all right, then say something. Mia: Something.
Butch: I think I cracked a rib. Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure? Butch: No, retard, from the fight.
Jules: Shit Negro! That’s all you had to say!
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: Well, don’t bring her here! I’m not even fuckin’ joking with you, man! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house! Vincent: No choice. Lance: She’s O.D.in’? Vincent: She’s fuckin’ dyin’ on me, man! Lance: Okay, then you bite the fuckin’ bullet, take her to a hospital and call a lawyer. Vincent: Negative. Lance: This is not my fuckin’ problem, man! You fucked her up, you fuckin’ deal with this!
Jules: Yolanda? How we doin, baby? Yolanda: I gotta go pee! I want to go home. Jules: Just hang in there, baby. You’re doing’ great. Ringo’s proud of you and so am I. It’s almost over. Tell her you’re proud of her. Pumpkin: I’m proud of you, Honey Bunny. Yolanda: I love you! Pumpkin: I love you too, Honey Bunny.
The Wolf: Strip. Jules: All the way? The Wolf: To your bare ass. Vincent: Is this necessary? The Wolf: Yes. You know what you guys look like? Jules: What? The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody’s head! [to Jimmie] The Wolf: Now Jimmie, hand them the soap. [Jimmie gives Jules and Vincent each a bar of soap] The Wolf: Well, now I’m sure you’ve all been to county. [sprays them both with hose]
Jules: Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France? Brett: No. Jules: Tell him, Vincent. Vincent: Royale with cheese. Jules: Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese? Brett: Because of the metric system? Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherfucker.
Jody: [after Mia survives an overdose from an adrenaline injection] That was pretty fucking trippy… [laughs]
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!
Jules: [All while Honey Bunny is screaming] Tell that bitch to be cool! Say ‘bitch be cool’! Pumpkin: Be cool honey! Jules: Say bitch be cool! Tell that fuckin’ bitch to chill! Pumpkin: Be cool Honey Bunny! Jules: Chill that fuckin’ bitch out! Pumpkin: Shut up, Honey!
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.
[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.
Jules: Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open. Vincent: What the fuck does that mean? Jules: It means, that’s it for me. From here on in you can consider my ass retired. Vincent: Jesus Christ. Jules: Don’t blaspheme. Vincent: Goddamn. Jules: I said don’t do that!
Paul: So, I hear you’re taking Mia out. Vincent: At Marsellus’s request. Paul: You met Mia yet? Vincent: No. [Jules and Paul laugh] Vincent: What’s so fucking funny? Jules: I gotta piss. [exits] Vincent: Look, I’m not stupid. It’s the Big Man’s wife. I’m gonna sit across from her, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her fucking jokes, and that’s it.
Butch: So we cool? Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don’t tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain’t nobody else’s business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you’re gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal? Butch: Deal. Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.
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? He’s Samoan.
Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin’ nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I’m gonna shoot him on general principles.
Yolanda: You want to rob banks? Pumpkin: I’m not saying I want to rob banks, I’m just illustrating that if we did, it’d be easier than what we’ve been doing. Yolanda: No more liquor stores? Pumpkin: What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores. Besides, it ain’t the giggle it used to be. Too many foreigners own liquor stores these days. Vietnamese, Koreans, they don’t even speak fucking English. You tell them, empty out the register, they don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. They make it too personal, one of these gook fuckers is gonna make us kill him. Yolanda: I’m not gonna kill anybody. Pumpkin: I don’t want to kill anybody either. But they’ll probably put us in a situation where it’s us or them. And if it’s not the gooks, it’s these old fucking Jews who’ve owned the store for fifteen fucking generations, you’ve got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand. Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far you get.
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 of them done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple on my left breast, one through my right nostril, one through my left eyebrow, one in my lip, one in my clit… and I wear a stud in my tongue. Vincent: Excuse me, but I was just wondering… why do you wear a stud in your tongue? Jody: It’s a sex thing. It helps fellatio. Lance: Don Vincenzo. Step into my office?
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.
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 days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it. Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution. Vincent: Boy, I wish I could’ve caught him doing it. I’d have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It’d been worth him doing it just so I could’ve caught him doing it. Lance: What a fucker! Vincent: What’s more chickenshit than fucking with a man’s automobile? I mean, don’t fuck with another man’s vehicle. Lance: You don’t do it. Vincent: It’s just against the rules.
Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can’t give you this case, it don’t belong to me. Besides, I’ve already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee! [the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin’s cup] Waitress: ‘Garçon’ means boy.
Yolanda: This place? A coffee shop? Pumpkin: Why not? Nobody ever robs restaurants. Bars, liquor stores, gas stations… you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They’re not expecting to get robbed. Not as expectant anyway. Yolanda: I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. Pumpkin: Right, just like banks, these places are insured. Manager? He don’t give a fuck. He just wants to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? Fucking forget it! No way they’re taking a bullet for the register. Busboys? Some wetback getting paid a dollar-fifty an hour, really give a fuck you’re stealing from the owner? See, I got the idea, last liquor store we held up, all the customers kept coming in? Yolanda: Yeah. Pumpkin: And you got the idea of taking their wallets. Now that was a good idea. Yolanda: Thank you. Pumpkin: Made more from the wallets than we did from the register. Yolanda: Yes, we did. Pumpkin: A lot of customers come into a restaurant. Yolanda: A lot of wallets. Pumpkin: Pretty smart, eh? Yolanda: Pretty smart.
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… Lance: Well, I ain’t givin’ her the shot! Vincent: I never done this before! Lance: Yeah, I ain’t ever done it before either, alright? I ain’t starting now! Look, you brought her here, and that means that you’re giving her the shot. The day that I bring an OD-ing bitch over to your house, then I give her the shot. Give her the shot. Vincent: [taking the needle] Give it to me. Jody: [handing him the marker] Here. Vincent: [Taking the marker] Gimme that.
Butch: I’ll be back before you can say Blueberry pie. Fabienne: Blueberry pie. Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?
Jody: Lance! The goddamn phone’s ringing! Lance: [getting up to answer the phone] I can hear it. Jody: I thought you told those fucking assholes never to call here this late! Lance: Yeah, I told them. And that is exactly what I’m going to tell this fucking asshole, right now.
Marsellus: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don’t.
Vincent: [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn’t you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?
Butch: Where’s my watch? Fabienne: It’s there. Butch: No it’s not. Fabienne: It should be. Butch: Yes, it most definitely should be but it’s not here now, so where the fuck is it?
Vincent: That’s the Marilyn Monroe section that’s Mamie Van Doren… I don’t see Jayne Mansfield, she must have the night off or something.
Maynard: Nobody kills anyone in my store except me and Zed. [doorbell rings] Maynard: That’s Zed.
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Mia: I have to go powder my nose.
Mia: I’ll be there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.
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.
Fabienne: Where’s my Honda? Butch: Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.
The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live? Vincent: Redondo Beach. Jules: Inglewood. The Wolf: In your future… I see a cab ride. Move out of the sticks, gentlemen.
Vincent: [Lance is looking for a medical book] Hurry up, Lance! We’re losing her! Lance: I’m lookin’ as fast as I can! Jody: [to Vincent] What’s he looking for? Vincent: I dunno. Some book. Jody: [to Lance] What’re you looking for? Lance: A little black medical book! Jody: What’re you looking for? Lance: A little black fuckin’ medical book! It’s like a textbook they give to nurses. Jody: I never saw no medical book. Lance: Trust me, I have one. Jody: Well, if it’s so important, why don’t you keep it with the shot? Lance: I DON’T KNOW! STOP BOTHERING ME! Jody: Listen, while you’re looking for it, that girl’s gonna die on our carpet! You’re never gonna find anything in this mess! Lance: I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP! Vincent: [from the other room] STOP ARGUING AND GET IN HERE!
Paul: Hey, my name’s Paul and this shit’s between y’all.
Vincent: I’ll have the Douglas Sirk steak, and a vanilla Coke. Buddy Holly: How would you like that? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell? Vincent: Bloody as hell.
Butch: [driving back to his apartment after Fabienne forgot to get his watch] [shouts] Butch: Shit! Of all the fucking things she could forget, she forgets my father’s watch! [normal voice] Butch: I specifically reminded her – bedside table! On the Kangaroo! I said the words, “Don’t forget my father’s watch.”
Vincent: [parks car outside a West Hollywood restaurant] What the fuck is this place? Mia: This is “Jack Rabbit Slim’s”. An Elvis man should love it. Vincent: Come on, Mia. Let’s go and get a steak. Mia: You can get a steak here daddy-o. Don’t be a… [Mia draws a rectangle in the air, though it’s meant to be a “square”] Vincent: Oh after you, Kitty Kat.
Maynard: [Butch runs into Maynard’s pawn shop being chased by Marsellus] Can I help you with somethin’? Butch: Shut the fuck up! Maynard: Hey you just wait a god damn minute now! What the fuck you up to? Butch: [Marsellus enters, Butch wrestle him to the floor then starts to punch him] Come here motherfucker! Feel that sting, big boy? That’s pride fucking with you! Gotta fight through that shit! Marsellus: You better kill me! Butch: [Brings up a gun] Yeah, somebody gonna get killed. SOMEBODY GONNA GET THEIR FUCKING HEAD BLOWN OFF! Maynard: [Points a shotgun at them] Hold it right there, goddammit! Butch: It’s none of your business, mister! Maynard: I’m making it my business. Toss the weapon. Butch: You don’t understand, man! Maynard: Toss the weapon. Maynard: [Butch throws the gun away] Get yer foot of the nigger, put yer hands behind yer head and spproach the counter right now. Maynard: [Hits Butch with the shotgun then makes a call] Zed? It’s Maynard. Yeah, spider just caught a couple of flies.
Fabienne: Any time of the day is a good time for pie.
[last lines] Vincent: I think we should be leaving now. Jules: Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.
Zed: Bring out the Gimp. Maynard: Gimp’s sleeping. Zed: Well, I guess you’re gonna have to go wake him up now, won’t you?
Jules: You know the shows on TV? Vincent: I don’t watch TV. Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there’s an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?
Jules: So, tell me again about the hashbars? Vincent: Okay, what you wanna know? Jules: Hash is legal there in Amsterdam, right? Vincent: Yeah, it’s legal, but it ain’t a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can’t just walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffing away. You’re only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places. Jules: And those are hashbars? Vincent: Yeah. It breaks down like this: it’s legal to buy it, it’s legal to own it, and, if you’re the proprietor of a hash bar, it’s legal to sell it. It’s still illegal to carry it around, but that doesn’t really matter ’cause… get a load of this: if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it’s illegal for them to search you. I mean, that’s a right the cops in Amsterdam don’t have. Jules: [laughing] I’m going, that’s all there is to it, I’m fuckin’ going. Vincent: Yeah baby, you’d dig it the most.
Butch: How was your breakfast? Fabienne: It was good… Butch: Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes? Fabienne: No, no, they didn’t have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk – are you sure you’re okay? Butch: Honey, since I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest fucking day of my life! Come on, hop on – I’ll tell you all about it.
[first lines] Pumpkin: Forget it. Too risky. I’m through doing that shit. Yolanda: You always say that. That same thing every time, “I’m through, never again, too dangerous”. Pumpkin: I know that’s what I always say. I’m always right, too. Yolanda: But you forget about it in a day or two. Pumpkin: Yeah, well the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just begun.
Man #4: [Burst out of the bathroom with his gun] Die you motherfuckers! [He empties his entire gun, hitting nothing but air]
Vincent: That’s a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don’t know if it’s worth five dollars but it’s pretty fucking good.
Vincent: Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here? Lance: Hey, mi casa su casa.
Jules: My name’s Pitt, and your ass ain’t talkin’ your way outta this shit.
Jules: I don’t know why, I just thought he’d be European or something because he… Vincent: Yeah, man, he’s about as European as fuckin’ English Bob.
Pumpkin: The way it is now, you’re taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don’t even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they’re insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we’ve got this guy’s little girl, if you don’t give him all your money, we’re gonna kill her. Yolanda: Did it work? Pumpkin: Fucking-A right, it worked. That’s what I’m saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone. Cleans the place out, doesn’t even lift a fucking finger. Yolanda: Did they hurt the little girl? Pumpkin: I don’t know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn’t the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.
Lance: You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house! Vincent: This fucked-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace’s wife! Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? Do you? If she croaks on me, I’m a fuckin’ greasespot!
Jules: I’ll just walk the earth. Vincent: What’cha mean walk the earth? Jules: You know, walk the earth, meet people… get into adventures. Like Caine from “Kung Fu.”
Butch: That’s how you’re gonna beat ’em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.
The Wolf: Now boys, listen up. We’re going to a place called Monster Joe’s Truck and Tow. I’ll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say? Jules: Don’t do shit unless. The Wolf: Unless what? Jules: Unless you do it first. The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin’ and janglin’? Vincent: Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don’t know why, and now you’re helping us out of the situation. I’m cool with it, all right? The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe’s gonna be disposing of two bodies.
Vincent: I promise I won’t laugh. Mia: That’s what I’m afraid of, Vincent.
Jody: [seeing Mia on the floor] Who’s she? Lance: Look, go to the fridge and get the thing with the O.D. adrenalin shot. Jody: What’s wrong with her? Vincent: She’s O.D.ing! Jody: Get her the hell outta her! Lance, Vincent: GET THE SHOT! Jody: Fuck you! Fuck you, too! Vincent: What a fuckin’ bitch! Lance: You just keep talking to her, all right? She’s getting the shot, I’m gonna get my little black medical book. Vincent: What the fuck do you need a medical book for? Lance: I’ve never had to give an adrenalin shot. Vincent: You never give an adrenalin shot? Lance: I’ve never had to, all right! I don’t go joy-poppin’ with bubble-gummers! My friends can handle their highs! Vincent: GET THE SHOT!
Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam. Lance: Am I a nigger? Are we in Inglewood? No… You’re in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I’ll take the Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any day of the fuckin’ week. Vincent: That’s a bold statement. Lance: This ain’t Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is fucking dead as… dead. Heroin, it’s coming back in a big fucking way.
Jules: Shut the fuck up, fat man!
Marvin: Man, I don’t even have an opinion.
Jimmie: I’m gonna get fuckin’ divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I’m gonna get fuckin’ divorced.
Fabienne: I like the way you stink.
Coffee Shop: I’m the manager here! There’s no problem, no problem at all… Pumpkin: You’re gonna give me a problem? Coffee Shop: Noooo sir, I’m not! I’m not gonna give you any problem! Pumpkin: You’re gonna give me a problem? YOU ARE JUST GONNA GIVE ME A FUCKING PROBLEM! YOU ARE GONNA GIVE ME A FUCKING PROBLEM! Get- I don’t know Honey Bunny, he looks like the hero type to me! Honey Bunny: Well, just EXECUTE him! Coffee Shop: I am not a hero, I’m just a coffee shop- [gets interrupted]
Vincent: [TV Version] Go home, cool off, and that’s all you got to do. 3 of 3 found this interesting | Share this Mia: Warmer! Warmer! Disco!
Jules: Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.
The Wolf: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let’s get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie? Jimmie: Uh, one hundred percent. The Wolf: Your wife… Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right? Jimmie: Uh-huh. The Wolf: I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she’d wouldn’t appreciate it none too much? Jimmie: [laughing] She wouldn’t at that. The Wolf: That gives us exactly… forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you’ve got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.
Marvin: [cowering and shivering in the corner after seeing Brett get shot down by Jules and Vincent] Oh, fuck! I’m fucked. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Vincent: Is he a friend of yours? Jules: Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent. Vincent: [as Marvin continues crying and carrying on] Better tell him to shut the fuck up. He’s gettin’ on my nerves! Jules: Marvin? Marvin… MARVIN! [Marvin looks up] Jules: I’d knock that shit off if I was you.
[after Mia has her overdose] Vincent: Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!
Butch: Did you bring the watch? Fabienne: I believe so. Butch: You believe so? You “believe” so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn’t! Fabienne: Then I did. Butch: Are you sure? Fabienne: [shakes her head] No… [a pause] Butch: [explodes into a rampage] Fuck! Motherfucking shit! Do you fucking know how fucking stupid you are? Shit! Fuck! [he calms down just as quickly and suddenly as he started] Butch: It’s not your fault.
Jules: Hey, that’s Kool and the Gang.
Marsellus: [right before Butch purposely runs into him with a car] Motherfucker.
Vincent: Get her the shot! Lance: I will if you let me. Vincent: I ain’t fuckin’ stopping you! Lance: Well, then quit talking to me, talk to her. Vincent: Get the shot!
Pumpkin: Mexican’s out the fucking kitchen!
Vincent: If you’ll excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack.
Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it. Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.
Mia: [after snorting what she thinks is coke; it’s heroin] I said God Damn! God Damn… [whispering] Mia: …God damn… [passes out]
The Wolf: [after the row between Jules and Jimmy over the quality of his coffee, The Wolf tries some, he looks impressed, looks at Jimmy and says] Mmm.
Butch: Will you hand me a towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip? Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
Butch: I think I have a broken rib. Fabienne: From giving me oral pleasure?
Ed Sullivan: [as Vincent and Mia enter] Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Now, how may I help you? Mia: There’s a reservation under Wallace. Ed Sullivan: [scans reservation list] Wallace… Mia: We reserved a car. Ed Sullivan: Oh, a car. [scans second list] Ed Sullivan: [to doorman] Why don’t you seat them over there [points right] Ed Sullivan: in the… Chrysler. Is this interesting? | Share this Esmeralda: [driving while Butch is in the back changing his clothes] You killed the other boxing man. Butch: [stops and looks at her] He’s dead? Esmeralda: The radio said he was dead. Butch: [silent for a second or two and then resumes changing, muttering] Sorry about that, Floyd. Is this interesting? | Share this
Live by Night (2016) Trailer and Top Quotes A story set in the Prohibition Era and centered around a group of individuals and their dealings in the world of organized crime.
Live by Night (2016) and Top Quotes
Thomas Coughlin: I signed up to fight in the war. I went away a soldier, I came home an outlaw.
Joe Coughlin: You realize to be free in this life, breaking the rules meant nothing. You have to be strong enough to make your own.
[from trailer] Joe Coughlin: This is heaven. Right here. We’re in it now.
Emma Gould: We do what we wanna do. Go where we wanna go. Is this interesting? | Share this Joe Coughlin: I don’t wanna be a gangster. Stopped kissing rings a long time ago.
[from trailer] Loretta Figgis: My father says there once was a good man in you. Joe Coughlin: We all find ourselves in lives we didn’t expect. Loretta Figgis: Repent. Repent. Repent.
[from trailer] Loretta Figgis: We’re all going to hell.
[from trailer] Joe Coughlin: Maybe it’s true. We all find ourselves in lives we didn’t expect. But what I learned was powerful men don’t have to be cruel. I got one guaranteed life, I was gonna live it. I had a plan. Do you think that we got where we are by lettin’ some inbreds muscle us? Virgil Beauregard: If that’s what you think we are, you makin’ a fatal miscalculation. We’re clerks, bankers, police officers, we ain’t gotta judge. And if ya didn’t wanna have to fight us, I’m gon rain bloody hellfire down on you and all you love. Joe Coughlin: So you’re threatening me with people that are more powerful than you? Virgil Beauregard: [shrugs] Exactly. Joe Coughlin: …So who am I talkin’ to you for? Dion Bartolo: [pulls gun, shoots at Beauregard]
Graciella Suarez: Even if you win today’s battle, there’s so much violence in what you do. Joe Coughlin: You don’t think I’m strong enough? Graciella Suarez: I don’t know if you’re cruel enough. Joe Coughlin: Powerful men don’t have to be cruel.
Thomas Coughlin: I signed up to fight in the war. I went away a soldier, I came home an outlaw.
Joe Coughlin: You realize to be free in this life, breaking the rules meant nothing. You have to be strong enough to make your own.
[from trailer] Joe Coughlin: This is heaven. Right here. We’re in it now.
[from trailer] Joe Coughlin: Maybe it’s true. We all find ourselves in lives we didn’t expect. But what I learned was powerful men don’t have to be cruel. I got one guaranteed life, I was gonna live it. I had a plan. Do you think that we got where we are by lettin’ some inbreds muscle us? Virgil Beauregard: If that’s what you think we are, you makin’ a fatal miscalculation. We’re clerks, bankers, police officers, we ain’t gotta judge. And if ya didn’t wanna have to fight us, I’m gon rain bloody hellfire down on you and all you love. Joe Coughlin: So you’re threatening me with people that are more powerful than you? Virgil Beauregard: [shrugs] Exactly. Joe Coughlin: …So who am I talkin’ to you for? Dion Bartolo: [pulls gun, shoots at Beauregard] 1 of 1 found this interesting | Share this
Joe Coughlin: I don’t wanna be a gangster. Stopped kissing rings a long time ago.
[from trailer] Loretta Figgis: My father says there once was a good man in you. Joe Coughlin: We all find ourselves in lives we didn’t expect. Loretta Figgis: Repent. Repent. Repent.
[from trailer] Loretta Figgis: We’re all going to hell.
Graciella Suarez: Even if you win today’s battle, there’s so much violence in what you do. Joe Coughlin: You don’t think I’m strong enough? Graciella Suarez: I don’t know if you’re cruel enough. Joe Coughlin: Powerful men don’t have to be cruel.
No Country for Old Men (2007) Trailer and Top Quotes
Review In rural Texas, welder and hunter Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin) discovers the remains of several drug runners who have all killed each other in an exchange gone violently wrong. Rather than report the discovery to the police, Moss decides to simply take the two million dollars present for himself. This puts the psychopathic killer, Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem), on his trail as he dispassionately murders nearly every rival, bystander and even employer in his pursuit of his quarry and the money. As Moss desperately attempts to keep one step ahead, the blood from this hunt begins to flow behind him with relentlessly growing intensity as Chigurh closes in. Meanwhile, the laconic Sherrif Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones) blithely oversees the investigation even as he struggles to face the sheer enormity of the crimes he is attempting to thwart.
Top No Country for Old Men Quotes
Anton Chigurh: What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss. Gas Station Proprietor: Sir? Anton Chigurh: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss. Gas Station Proprietor: I don’t know. I couldn’t say. [Chigurh flips a quarter from the change on the counter and covers it with his hand] Anton Chigurh: Call it. Gas Station Proprietor: Call it? Anton Chigurh: Yes. Gas Station Proprietor: For what? Anton Chigurh: Just call it. Gas Station Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we’re calling it for here. Anton Chigurh: You need to call it. I can’t call it for you. It wouldn’t be fair. Gas Station Proprietor: I didn’t put nothin’ up. Anton Chigurh: Yes, you did. You’ve been putting it up your whole life you just didn’t know it. You know what date is on this coin? Gas Station Proprietor: No. Anton Chigurh: 1958. It’s been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it’s here. And it’s either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it. Gas Station Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win. Anton Chigurh: Everything. Gas Station Proprietor: How’s that? Anton Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it. Gas Station Proprietor: Alright. Heads then. [Chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads] Anton Chigurh: Well done. [the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he’s apparently won while Chigurh starts out] Anton Chigurh: Don’t put it in your pocket, sir. Don’t put it in your pocket. It’s your lucky quarter. Gas Station Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it? Anton Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it’ll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.
[Chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]
Llewelyn Moss: If I don’t come back, tell mother I love her. Carla Jean Moss: Your mother’s dead, Llewelyn. Llewelyn Moss: Well then I’ll tell her myself.
Carla Jean Moss: You don’t have to do this. Anton Chigurh: [smiles] People always say the same thing. Carla Jean Moss: What do they say? Anton Chigurh: They say, “You don’t have to do this.” Carla Jean Moss: You don’t. Anton Chigurh: Okay. [Chigurh flips a coin and covers it with his hand] Anton Chigurh: This is the best I can do. Call it. Carla Jean Moss: I knowed you was crazy when I saw you sitting there. I knowed exactly what was in store for me. Anton Chigurh: Call it. Carla Jean Moss: No. I ain’t gonna call it. Anton Chigurh: Call it. Carla Jean Moss: The coin don’t have no say. It’s just you. Anton Chigurh: Well, I got here the same way the coin did.
Ellis: Whatcha got ain’t nothin new. This country’s hard on people, you can’t stop what’s coming, it ain’t all waiting on you. That’s vanity.
Ed Tom Bell: I was sheriff of this county when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a lawman; father too. Me and him was sheriffs at the same time; him up in Plano and me out here. I think he’s pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old time sheriffs never even wore a gun. A lotta folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough’d never carried one; that’s the younger Jim. Gaston Boykins wouldn’t wear one up in Comanche County. I always liked to hear about the oldtimers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can’t help but compare yourself against the oldtimers. Can’t help but wonder how they would have operated these times. There was this boy I sent to the ‘lectric chair at Huntsville Hill here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He killt a fourteen-year-old girl. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn’t any passion to it. Told me that he’d been planning to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out he’d do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. “Be there in about fifteen minutes”. I don’t know what to make of that. I sure don’t. The crime you see now, it’s hard to even take its measure. It’s not that I’m afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willing to die to even do this job. But, I don’t want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don’t understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He’d have to say, “O.K., I’ll be part of this world.”
Anton Chigurh: [indicating bag of cashews] How much? Gas Station Proprietor: Sixty-nine cent. Anton Chigurh: This. And the gas. Gas Station Proprietor: Y’all gettin’ any rain up your way? Anton Chigurh: What way would that be? Gas Station Proprietor: I seen you was from Dallas. Anton Chigurh: What business is it of yours where I’m from, friendo? Gas Station Proprietor: I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Anton Chigurh: Didn’t mean nothin’. Gas Station Proprietor: I was just passin’ the time. If you don’t wanna accept that I don’t know what else to do for you. Will there be something else? Anton Chigurh: I don’t know. Will there? Gas Station Proprietor: Is somethin’ wrong? Anton Chigurh: With what? Gas Station Proprietor: With anything? Anton Chigurh: Is that what you’re asking me? Is there something wrong with anything? Gas Station Proprietor: Will there be anything else? Anton Chigurh: You already asked me that. Gas Station Proprietor: Well… I need to see about closin’. Anton Chigurh: See about closing. Gas Station Proprietor: Yessir. Anton Chigurh: What time do you close? Gas Station Proprietor: Now. We close now. Anton Chigurh: Now is not a time. What time do you close?
Loretta Bell: How’d you sleep? Ed Tom Bell: I don’t know. Had dreams. Loretta Bell: Well you got time for ’em now. Anythin’ interesting? Ed Tom Bell: They always is to the party concerned. Loretta Bell: Ed Tom, I’ll be polite. Ed Tom Bell: Alright then. Two of ’em. Both had my father in ’em . It’s peculiar. I’m older now then he ever was by twenty years. So in a sense he’s the younger man. Anyway, first one I don’t remember too well but it was about meeting him in town somewhere, he’s gonna give me some money. I think I lost it. The second one, it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin’ through the mountains of a night. Goin’ through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin’. Never said nothin’ goin’ by. He just rode on past… and he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin’ fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. ‘Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin’ on ahead and he was fixin’ to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up… 84 of 90 found this interesting | Share this Man who hires Wells: [about Chigurh] Just how dangerous is he? Carson Wells: Compared to what? The bubonic plague?
Nervous Accountant: Are you going to shoot me? Anton Chigurh: That depends. Do you see me?
Anton Chigurh: And you know what’s going to happen now. You should admit your situation. There would be more dignity in it. Carson Wells: You go to hell. Anton Chigurh: [Chuckles] Alright. Let me ask you something. If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule? Carson Wells: Do you have any idea how crazy you are? Anton Chigurh: You mean the nature of this conversation? Carson Wells: I mean the nature of you.
Ed Tom Bell: That man that shot you died in prison. Ellis: Angola. Yeah… Ed Tom Bell: What you’d done he had been released? Ellis: Oh, I dunno. Nothing. Wouldn’t be no point in it. Ed Tom Bell: I’m kindly surprised to hear you say that. Ellis: Well all the time ya spend trying to get back what’s been took from ya, more is going out the door. After a while you just have to try to get a tourniquet on it. Your granddad never asked me to sign on as a deputy.
Ed Tom Bell: Now that’s aggravatin’. Wendell: Sheriff? Ed Tom Bell: [points to a bottle of milk] Still sweatin’. Wendell: Whoa, Sheriff! We just missed him! We gotta circulate this! On Radio! Ed Tom Bell: Alright. What we circulate? Lookin’ for a man who has recently drunk milk?
Ed Tom Bell: [talking to Ellis] I always figured when I got older, God would sorta come inta my life somehow. And he didn’t. I don’t blame him. If I was him I would have the same opinion of me that he does.
Llewelyn Moss: [talking over phone] Hello? Anton Chigurh: Yes? Llewelyn Moss: Is uh, Carson Wells there? Anton Chigurh: Not in the sense that you mean. You need to come see me. Llewelyn Moss: Who is this? Anton Chigurh: You know who it is. You need to talk to me. Llewelyn Moss: I don’t need to talk to you. Anton Chigurh: I think you do. Do you know where I’m going? Llewelyn Moss: Why would I care where you’re going? Anton Chigurh: I know where you are. Llewelyn Moss: Yeah? Where am I? Anton Chigurh: You’re in the hospital across the river, but that’s not where I’m going. Do you know where I’m going? Llewelyn Moss: [blood flows on the floor, and so Chigurh lifts his feet and rests them on the bed] Yeah, I know where you’re going. Anton Chigurh: Alright. Llewelyn Moss: You know she won’t be there. Anton Chigurh: It doesn’t make any difference where she is. Llewelyn Moss: So what are you going up there for? Anton Chigurh: You know how this is going to turn out, don’t you? Llewelyn Moss: Nope. Anton Chigurh: I think you do. So this is what I’ll offer – you bring me the money and I’ll let her go. Otherwise she’s accountable, same as you. That’s the best deal you’re gonna get. I won’t tell you you can save yourself, because you can’t.
Loretta Bell: Be careful. Ed Tom Bell: I always am. Loretta Bell: Don’t get hurt. Ed Tom Bell: I never do. Loretta Bell: Don’t hurt no one. Ed Tom Bell: [smiles] Well. If you say so.
Ed Tom Bell: You know Charlie Walser? Has the place east of Sanderson? Well you know how they used to slaughter beeves, hit ’em with a maul right here to stun ’em… and then up and slit their throats? Well here Charlie has one trussed up and all set to drain him and the beef comes to. It starts thrashing around, six hundred pounds of very pissed-off livestock if you’ll pardon me… Charlie grabs his gun there to shoot the damn thing in the head but what with the swingin’ and twistin’ it’s a glance-shot and ricochets around and comes back hits Charlie in the shoulder. You go see Charlie, he still can’t reach up with his right hand for his hat… Point bein’, even in the contest between man and steer the issue is not certain.
Carson Wells: Call me when you’ve had enough. I can even let you keep a little of the money. Llewelyn Moss: If I was cuttin’ deals, why wouldn’t I go deal with this guy Chigurh? Carson Wells: No no. No. You don’t understand. You can’t make a deal with him. Even if you gave him the money he’d still kill you. He’s a peculiar man. You could even say that he has principles. Principles that transcend money or drugs or anything like that. He’s not like you. He’s not even like me. Llewelyn Moss: He don’t talk as much as you, I give him points for that.
Ed Tom Bell: But I think once you quit hearing “sir” and “ma’am,” the rest is soon to foller.
Wendell: That’s very linear Sheriff. Ed Tom Bell: Well, age will flatten a man.
Wendell: You think this boy Moss has got any notion of the sorts of sons of bitches that’re huntin’ him? Ed Tom Bell: I don’t know, he ought to. He’s seen the same things I’ve seen, and it’s certainly made an impression on me.
Man who hires Wells: Did I say you could sit? Carson Wells: No, but you strike me as a man who wouldn’t want to waste his chair.
Wendell: [Viewing the desert crime scene] It’s a mess, ain’t it, Sheriff? Ed Tom Bell: If it ain’t, it’ll do till the mess gets here.
Carson Wells: I was wondering… Man who hires Wells: Yes? Carson Wells: Could you validate my parking ticket? Man who hires Wells: An attempt at humor, I suppose. Carson Wells: I’m sorry… You know, I counted the floors to this building from the street. Man who hires Wells: [sighs] And? Carson Wells: There’s one missing. Man who hires Wells: [sarcastically] We’ll look into it.
Boot Salesman: [Moss walks in wearing his hospital robe] How those Larry’s holdin’ up? Llewelyn Moss: Uh, oh, good. Good! I need everything else. Boot Salesman: OK. Llewelyn Moss: Lotta people come in here without any clothes on? Boot Salesman: No sir, it’s unusual.
Anton Chigurh: Would you hold still, please, sir?
Wendell: We goin’ in? Ed Tom Bell: Gun out and up. Wendell: [Wendell draws his pistol] What about yours? Ed Tom Bell: I’m hidin’ behind you.
Carla Jean Moss: Llewelyn? Llewelyn Moss: Yeah? Carla Jean Moss: What are you doing, baby? Llewelyn Moss: I’m going out. Carla Jean Moss: Going where? Llewelyn Moss: There’s something I forgot to do, but I’ll be back. Carla Jean Moss: And what are you going to do? Llewelyn Moss: I’m fixin’ to do something dumber than hell, but I’m going anyways.
Carla Jean’s Mother: It’s not often you see a Mexican in a suit.
Carson Wells: [sitting by bed] Buenos Dias. I’m guessing this isn’t the future you had planned for yourself when you first clapped eyes on that money. Don’t worry, I’m not the man who’s after you. Llewelyn Moss: [in bed] I know that. I’ve seen him. Carson Wells: You’ve seen him, and you’re not dead? Llewelyn Moss: What’s this guy supposed to be, the ultimate badass? Carson Wells: No, I wouldn’t describe him as that. Llewelyn Moss: How would you describe him? Carson Wells: I guess I would say he doesn’t have a sense of humor. His name is Chigurh. Llewelyn Moss: Sugar? Carson Wells: Chigurh, Anton Chigurh. Do you know how he found you? Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I know how he found me. Carson Wells: Called a transponder. Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I know what it’s called. He won’t find me again. Carson Wells: Not that way. Llewelyn Moss: Not any way. Carson Wells: Took me about three hours. Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, well, I been immobile. Carson Wells: No, you don’t understand.
Wendell: You know, there might not have been no money. Ed Tom Bell: That’s possible. Wendell: But you don’t believe it. Ed Tom Bell: No. Probably I don’t. Wendell: It’s a mess, ain’t it, sheriff? Ed Tom Bell: If it ain’t, it’ll do till the mess gets here.
Carla Jean Moss: I got a bad feeling, Llewelyn. Llewelyn Moss: Well I got a good feeling, so that should even out.
Sporting Goods Clerk: Tent poles? Llewelyn Moss: Mmm-hmm. Sporting Goods Clerk: You already have a tent? Llewelyn Moss: Well, somethin’ like that. Sporting Goods Clerk: Well, you give me the model number on the tent, I can order you the poles. Llewelyn Moss: Nah, never mind. I want a tent. Sporting Goods Clerk: Well, what kinda tent? Llewelyn Moss: The kind with the most poles.
Anton Chigurh: I’m looking for Llewelyn Moss. Desert Aire Manager: Did you go up to his trailer? Anton Chigurh: Yes, I did. Desert Aire Manager: Well, I’d say he’s at work. Do you want to leave a message? Anton Chigurh: Where does he work? Desert Aire Manager: I can’t say. Anton Chigurh: Where does he work? Desert Aire Manager: Sir, I ain’t at liberty to give out no information about our residents. Anton Chigurh: Where does he work? Desert Aire Manager: Did you not hear me? We can’t give out no information.
Llewelyn Moss: [after finding the drug crime scene] … Where’s the last guy? Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must’ve been one.
Wendell: Aw, hells bells. They even shot the dog!
“Managerial” Victim #1: That’s a dead dog.Anton Chigurh: Yes it is.
Carla Jean Moss: Where’d you get the pistol? Llewelyn Moss: At the gettin’ place. Carla Jean Moss: Did you buy that gun? Llewelyn Moss: No. I found it. Carla Jean Moss: Llewelyn! Llewelyn Moss: What? Quit hollerin’. Carla Jean Moss: What’d you give for that thing? Llewelyn Moss: You don’t need to know everything, Carla Jean. Carla Jean Moss: I need to know that. Llewelyn Moss: You keep runnin’ that mouth I’m gonna’ take you in the back and screw ya’. Carla Jean Moss: Big talk. Llewelyn Moss: Keep it up. Carla Jean Moss: Fine. I don’t wanna’ know. I don’t even wanna’ know where you been all day. Llewelyn Moss: That’ll work.
Carla Jean Moss: Sheriff, was that a true story about Charlie Walser? Ed Tom Bell: Who’s Charlie Walser? Oh! Well… uh… a true story? I couldn’t swear to every detail but it’s certainly true that it is a story.
Llewelyn Moss: And by anybody I mean any swingin’ dick.
Anton Chigurh: Step out of your car, please.
Ed Tom Bell: The motel in Del Rio? Wendell: Yes, sir. None of the three had I.D. on ’em, but they’re tellin’ me all three is Mexican… was Mexicans. Ed Tom Bell: There’s a question, whether they stopped being and when. Wendell: Yes, sir.
El Paso Sheriff: Yea, well, none of that explains your man though. Ed Tom Bell: Uh-huh. El Paso Sheriff: He’s just a goddamn homicidal lunatic, Ed Tom. Ed Tom Bell: I’m not sure he’s a lunatic. El Paso Sheriff: Yea well what would you call him? Ed Tom Bell: Well, sometimes I think he’s pretty much a ghost. El Paso Sheriff: Oh he’s real all right. Ed Tom Bell: Oh yea. El Paso Sheriff: Yea all that over at the Eagle Hotel? Huh, it’s beyond everything. Ed Tom Bell: Yea. Got some hard bark on him. El Paso Sheriff: Well… well, that don’t hardly say it. He shoots the desk clerk one day, walks right back in the next and shoots a retired army colonel.
Carla Jean Moss: I ain’t got the money. What little I had is long gone, and there’s bills aplenty to pay yet. I buried my mother today. Can’t pay for that neither. Anton Chigurh: I wouldn’t worry about it. Carla Jean Moss: I need to sit down.
Anton has just shot the Man who hires Wells in the throat, and is standing over his body [to Nervous Accountant] Anton Chigurh: Who are you? Nervous Accountant: Me? Anton Chigurh: Yes. Nervous Accountant: Nobody… accounting. Anton Chigurh: He gave the Mexicans a receiver. [Anton sighs] Nervous Accountant: He feels… he felt that the more people looking [cut-off by Anton] Anton Chigurh: That’s foolish. You pick the one right tool. Nervous Accountant: I see. Are you going to shoot me? Anton Chigurh: That depends. Do you see me?
Ed Tom Bell: Here last week they found this couple out in California. They rent out rooms for old people, kill’em, bury’em in the yard, cash their social security checks. Well, they’d tortur’em first, I don’t know why. Maybe the television set was broke.
Ed Tom Bell: You ride Winston. Wendell: You sure? Ed Tom Bell: Oh I’m sure. Anything happens to Loretta’s horse, I can tell ya I don’t want to be the party that was on board.
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I’m going to bring you something, alright. I decided to make you a special project of mine. You ain’t going have to come looking for me at all. Moss hangs up the phone
“Managerial” Victim #2: [to Chigurh] Mind riding bitch?
Carson Wells: [Wells sits back and studies Moss] What do you do? Llewelyn Moss: I’m retired. Carson Wells: What did you do? Llewelyn Moss: Welder. Carson Wells: Acetylene? Mig? Tig? Llewelyn Moss: Any of it. If it can be welded I can weld it. Carson Wells: Cast iron? Llewelyn Moss: Yeah. Carson Wells: I don’t mean braze. Llewelyn Moss: I didn’t say braze. Carson Wells: Pot metal? Llewelyn Moss: [annoyed] What did I say?
Llewelyn Moss: Médico… por favor.
Carla Jean Moss: What’s in the satchel? Llewelyn Moss: It’s full of money. Carla Jean Moss: [sarcastically] Yeah, that’ll be the day.
Wendell: [referring to the dead bodies in the desert] How come you reckon the coyotes ain’t been at them? Ed Tom Bell: I don’t know. Supposedly, a coyote won’t eat a Mexican.
Ed Tom Bell: How many of those things you got now? Ellis: Cats? Several. Well, depends what you mean by got. Some are half-wild, and some are just outlaws.
Carla Jean’s Mother: And I always seen this is what it would come to. Three years ago I pre-visioned it. Carla Jean Moss: It ain’t even three years we been married. Carla Jean’s Mother: Three years ago I said them very words. No and Good. Cabbie at Bus Station: Yes ma’am. Carla Jean’s Mother: Now here we are? Ninety degree heat. I got the cancer. And look at this. Not even a home to go to. Cabbie at Bus Station: Yes ma’am. Carla Jean’s Mother: We’re goin’ to El Paso Texas. You know how many people I know in El Paso Texas? Cabbie at Bus Station: No ma’am. Carla Jean’s Mother: [She holds up thumb and forefinger curled to make an O] That’s how many. Ninety degree heat.
Carla Jean Moss: [the cab is stopped outside the depot. Carla Jean and her mother and the driver are at the trunk struggling over bags] I got it Mama. Carla Jean’s Mother: I didn’t see my Prednisone. Carla Jean Moss: I put it in, Mama. Carla Jean’s Mother: Well I didn’t see it. Carla Jean Moss: Well I put it in. That one. You just set there. I’ll get tickets and a cart for the bags. Well Dressed Mexican: [as Carla Jean goes to the station a man emerges from a car pulled up behind. He is a well-dressed Mexican of early middle age] Do you need help with the bags, madam? Carla Jean’s Mother: Well thank god there’s one gentleman left in West Texas. Yes thank you. I am old and I am not well. Well Dressed Mexican: Which bus are you taking? Carla Jean’s Mother: We’re going to El Paso don’t ask me why. Discombobulated by a no-account son-in-law. Thank you. You don’t often see a Mexican in a suit. Well Dressed Mexican: You go to El Paso? I know it. Where are you staying?
Poolside Woman: Oh… that’s who you keep looking out the window for? Llewelyn Moss: Half… Poolside Woman: What else then…? Llewelyn Moss: Just looking for what’s coming… Poolside Woman: Yeah… But no one ever sees that coming…
Llewelyn Moss: Oh, baby, things happen…
Boy on Bike #2: Look at that fucking bone.
Ed Tom Bell: Any word on those vehicles yet? Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: Sheriff, I found out everything there was to find. Those vehicles are titled and registered to deceased people. The owner of that Bronco’s been dead 20 years. You want me to see if I can find out anything about the Mexican ones? Ed Tom Bell: Oh, Lord no. Here’s this month’s checks. Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: That DEA agent called again. You gonna wanna talk to him? Ed Tom Bell: Gonna try to keep from him as much as I can. Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: He’s goin’ back out there. Wanted to know if you wanted to go with him. Ed Tom Bell: That’s cordial of him. Can I get you to call Loretta for me, tell her I’m going to Odessa to see Carla Jean Moss? Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: Yeah, sure. Ed Tom Bell: I’ll call her when I get there. I’d call her now but she’ll want me to come home and I just might. Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: You want me to wait ’til you quit the building? Ed Tom Bell: Uh-huh. Don’t wanna lie without what it’s absolutely necessary. What is it Torbert says about truth and justice? Sheriff Bell’s Secretary: Oh… we dedicate ourselves daily and new. Somethin’ like that. Ed Tom Bell: I’m gonna commence dedicatin’ myself twice daily. Might come to three times before it’s over with.
Boy on Bike #2: Mister? You got a bone stickin’ out of your arm. Anton Chigurh: Let me just sit here a minute.
“Managerial” Victim #2: [Viewing the dead bodies in the desert] These are some ripe petunias!
Mechanic: Resurrection ( 2016 ) Trailer and Top Movie Quotes
Arthur Bishop, the master assassin who faked his death in hopes of putting that part of his ;life behind him, now lives a quiet life in Rio. But someone who knows who he is shows up and tells him, that if he wants to continue living this life, he will do three jobs for someone. Bishop tries to tell them he has the wrong man but they know who he is and if he won’t do the job, they will take him but he gets away. He then goes to a resort in Thailand run by a friend, Mae, where he tries to find out who is looking for him. Later a woman named Gina shows up looking for medical assistance and Mae can’t help but notice bruises all over her body. Mae deduces she’s a battered woman and when Mae hears her being beaten, Mae asks Bishop to help her. He goes and kills the guy she’s with. He kills the man and then sets fire to the boat he’s on. But he sees that Gina has a photo of him. He deduces that they one who wants him, sent her. He confronts her and she admits that she works at a children’s …
Mae: The principle I represent has an offer for you. Each death must look like an accident. Your specialty I believe. Arthur Bishop: I’m not doing his kills.
Arthur Bishop: [to Gina] I’m not doing those kills.
Riah Crain: [to Bishop] I’ve been waiting too long to get even with you.
Gina: [to Bishop] You have thirty-six hours to eliminate all the targets on this list, or they will eliminate me.
Arthur Bishop: You’re the second woman who has my picture in her phone, first was working for a guy called Crain. That name ring a bell? Gina: The only thing you got right was my name. Arthur Bishop: First one’s always a messenger. Is that what you are? So what’s the message? Gina: I already told you.
Arthur Bishop: Tell me about Crain. What are you supposed to do for him? Where is he?
[through the intercom] Security Guard: There’s no sign of the intruder, Mr. Adams. Max Adams: That’s because he’s sitting right in front of me in the safe room, jack-off. [we see Bishop sat in a chair pointing his gun at Adams]
Arthur Bishop: I’ve spent my whole life setting up people to die.
Arthur Bishop: I want to help you avoid an accident. Max Adams: What do you have in mind? Arthur Bishop: You’ll have to die.
Max Adams: I never imagined that dying would be so daring.
Gina: They’re a lot less, aren’t they? Arthur Bishop: So am I.
Jericho Stewart: [repeatedly] You hurt me… I hurt you worse
Emma Pope: You don’t remember me but I know you.
Jericho Stewart: [after pharmacist says medication is “on the house”] Cheers. [pause. Jericho realizes he’s talking like Pope] Jericho Stewart: Who the fuck says “cheers”?
[last lines] Bill Pope: Fucking psycho [gets electrocuted]
[last lines] Dr. Franks: [dryly on Jericho] You want to cut him loose? [last lines] Quaker Wells: [deadpan] No I want to offer him a job!
Quaker Wells: They don’t matter. Jericho Stewart: They do to me.
[last lines] Xavier Heimdahl: [on seeing a missile homing back on his plane] Fuck Me
Jericho Stewart: [on seeing Xavier] You’re the one who killed me Xavier Heimdahl: [scoffs] Good memory Jericho Stewart: You hurt me… I hurt you worse Xavier Heimdahl: [gloats] Good creed [gleefully reveals he’s electrified the metal door Jericho is opening]
[repeated line] Jericho Stewart: Hurt me… I hurt you worse Jericho Stewart: Dutchman fixed it… I told him you hurt me I hurt you worse Jericho Stewart: [still standing after being shot with a tranquilizer] You’re gonna need another one
Dr. Franks: Looks like Bill is here to stay
Xavier Heimdahl: I just want to leave a little goodbye gift
Quaker Wells: You wanted to use a death row inmate instead of a Seal Team Leader
A psychic doctor, John Clancy (Anthony Hopkins), works with an FBI special agent (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) in search of serial killer Charles Ambrose (Colin Farrell). After having lived in isolation for two years, since the death of his daughter, Clancy is asked by his friend Joe, an FBI special agent to help him solve several murders committed by a serial killer. The problem is that Ambrose is also psychic, and far ahead of Clancy.
Charles Ambrose: Sometimes the greatest acts of love are the hardest acts to commit.
Charles Ambrose: I have no interest in playing God. As far as his work is concerned, I’m not impressed.
Agent Katherine Cowles: Hi. John Clancy: Hi. Agent Katherine Cowles: I brought the case files. John Clancy: It wasn’t necessary.
Agent Katherine Cowles: The agency’s changed the guidelines for the way we break down the cases. It makes them more readable. John Clancy: Hm. Well, that’s a relief.
John Clancy: Whatever it is, I happen to get this super-duper deluxe edition of what people now call ‘intuition’ and ‘gut-reaction’.