I love you, Honey Bunny.

Tell that bitch to be cool!

We're all gonna be like 3 little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like?

SAY "WHAT" AGAIN!!!!

Jules, you give the fucking nimrod 1500 dollars and I'll shoot him on general principle.

Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Honey, since I left you, this has been, without a doubt the single weirdest fuckin' day of my life.

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 nigga's skull!

Nah man, I'm pretty fuckin far from OK

And Mr 9mm here, he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness.

Does he look like a bitch!?

Mm-hmm! This is a tasty burger!

I'm the foot fuckin master! I don't be tickling or nothing.

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I'm the foot fuckin master! I don't be tickling or nothing.

Would you give a man a foot massage?

Butch: You looking at something, friend?
Vincent: You ain't my friend, palooka.
Butch: What was that?
Vinent: You heard me just fine, punchy.

Do you know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Paris?

We should have brought shotguns.

Two things: one, 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.

I’m Winston Wolf. I solve problems.