Vincent Vega

— Don't you hate that?
— Hate what?
— Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
— I don't know. That's a good question.
— That's when you know you've found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

— You can use my straw, I don't have kooties.
— Yeah, but maybe I do.
— Kooties I can handle.

It's the little differences. A lotta the same shit we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different.

If you'll excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack.

— Did you just order a five-dollar shake?
— Mm-hmm.
— That's a shake? That's milk and ice cream?
— Last I heard.
— That's five dollars? You don't put bourbon in it or nothin'?

Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he's wrong, he's immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings?

— The truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus tossed Tony Rocky Horror out of that window except Marsellus and Tony Rocky Horror. But when you scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle

— While I'm doing this, take her shirt off and find her heart.
— Does it have to be exact?
— Yeah, it has to be exact! I'm giving her an injection in the heart, so I gotta exactly hit her in the heart.

— Want some bacon?
— No, man, I don't eat pork.
— Are you Jewish?
— I ain't Jewish; I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
— Why not?
— Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
— Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.
— Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know… 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin' nothin' ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

But still, you play with matches, you get burned.

Jules, you give that fuckin' nimrod 1, 500 dollars, and I'll shoot him on general principle.

— And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
— They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
— No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
— Then what do they call it?
— They call it a Royale with cheese.
— A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
— Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.

— We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
— How many up there?
— Three or four.
— That's countin' our guy?
— Not sure.
— So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
— It's possible.
— We should have fuckin' shotguns.

We act like they don't, but they do. That's what's so fuckin' cool about them. There's a sensuous thing goin' on… where you don't talk about it, but you know it and she knows it.