Pulp Fiction

Butch: "Will you hand me a towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?"
Fabienne: "Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid."

"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."

"I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced."

"Man, I don't even have an opinion."

Vincent: "I promise I won't laugh."
Mia: "That's what I'm afraid of, Vincent."

"I like the way you stink."

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?"

"So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in."