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Could Mia Wallace and The Bride be further apart?
Jules: 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. - Pulp Fiction
Col Hans Landa: " Oooh, that's a bingo! Is that the way you say it? "That's a bingo?" -
Inlglourious BasterdsMr Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright? -
Reservoir DogsJules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charming motherf****' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'? -
Pulp FictionThe Wolf: "That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten." -
Pulp FictionUnnamed Baghead: I think.... we ALL think that the bag was a nice idea. But not pointing any fingers, they could have been done better. So how about, no bags this time... but next time, we do the bags right and we go full ragallion. -
Django UnchainedThe Bride: Wiggle your big toe. -
Kill Bill Vol. 1Jules: Oh! Oh! You ready to blow?
Vincent: Yeah, I'm ready to blow.
Jules: Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherf****r, motherf****! -
Pulp FictionCol Hans Landa: "Wait for the crème." -
Inglourious BasterdsMia Wallace: 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. -
Pulp Fiction