Pulp Fiction

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."

"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."

Fabienne: "Where's my Honda?"
Butch: "Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda."

Vincent: "I think we should be leaving now."
Jules: "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

Butch: "I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie."
Fabienne: "Blueberry pie."
Butch: "Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?"

"Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles."

"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?"

"I have to go powder my nose."