She was busy staring at the passport size photo in my wallet. I was trying to collect coins of happiness in my torn wallet. Unaware of the fact that I had more valuable notes inside. Dont judge a person looking at his wallet size, little you know about his fortune. If a wallet could decide destiny, Charlie Chaplin would have been a myth, iPhone a dream and Harry Potter a lie! Dad, when I see your torn off wallet it reminds me of my privileges, forgotten. How strange is it naa She used to empty her father's wallet for her little wishes..
And, now she is the one who is filling that wallet to fulfil her daddy's wishes.. Yolanda : You always say that. That same thing every time, "I'm through, never again, too dangerous". Pumpkin : I know that's what I always say. I'm always right, too. Yolanda : But you forget about it in a day or two.
Pumpkin : Yeah, well the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just begun. Yolanda : You want to rob banks? Pumpkin : I'm not saying I want to rob banks, I'm just illustrating that if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing. Yolanda : No more liquor stores? Pumpkin : What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores.
Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be. Too many foreigners own liquor stores these days. Vietnamese, Koreans, they don't even speak fucking English. You tell them, empty out the register, they don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
They make it too personal, one of these gook fuckers is gonna make us kill him. Yolanda : I'm not gonna kill anybody. Pumpkin : I don't want to kill anybody either. But they'll probably put us in a situation where it's us or them. And if it's not the gooks, it's these old fucking Jews who've owned the store for fifteen fucking generations, you've got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand.
Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far you get. Coffee Shop : I'm the manager here! There's no problem, no problem at all Pumpkin : You're gonna give me a problem? Coffee Shop : Noooo sir, I'm not! I'm not gonna give you any problem! Get- I don't know Honey Bunny, he looks like the hero type to me! Coffee Shop : I am not a hero, I'm just a coffee shop-. Pumpkin : The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank.
You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we've got this guy's little girl, if you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her.
Yolanda : Did it work? Pumpkin : Fucking-A right, it worked. That's what I'm saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone.
Cleans the place out, doesn't even lift a fucking finger. Yolanda : Did they hurt the little girl? Pumpkin : I don't know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn't the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.
Pumpkin : Mexican's out the fucking kitchen! Sign In. Pulp Fiction Showing all 26 items. Mia Wallace: Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? Vincent Vega: I don't know. That's a good question. Mia Wallace: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. Mia Wallace: I said Goddamn! Mia: I said God damn, God damn, God damn.
Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: No! Jules Winnfield: Then why are you trying to fuck him like a bitch? Vincent Vega: Aw, man. I shot Marvin in the face. Jules Winnfield: Why the fuck did you do that? Vincent Vega: Marvin, what do you make of all of this?
Marvin: Man, I don't even have an opinion. Paul: Hey, man, my name's Paul, and that shit's between y'all. Jules Winnfield: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it! Jules Winnfield: Shut the fuck up, fatman!
This ain't none of your goddamn business! Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?! Vincent Vega: Aw, man, I shot Marvin in the face Vincent Vega: Aw, man, I shot Marvin in the face. Jules Winnfield: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules Winnfield: What country you from? Jules Winnfield: English, mother fucker, do you speak it? Jules Winnfield: You ever read the Bible, Brett? Brett: Yes! Jules Winnfield: There's a passage that I got memorized, seems appropiate for this situation: Ezekiel 25, Blessed is he who, in the name of the charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. Jules Winnfield: Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.
Vincent Vega: Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings?
Have you ever heard that? Jules Winnfield: Get the fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass. Jules Winnfield: 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. Jules Winnfield: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time! Jules Winnfield: [Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation] Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?
Jules Winnfield: Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? Butch Coolidge: That's how you're gonna beat 'em, Butch. They keep underestimating you.
Jules Winnfield: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions. Lance: Are you calling me on the cellular phone? I don't know you. Who is this? Don't come here, I'm hanging up the phone! Prank caller, prank caller! Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass.
Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you. Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee. Vincent Vega: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good. Marsellus Wallace: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine.
If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't. Mia Wallace: That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.
When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence. Jules Winnfield: English mother fucker, do you speak it?
Fabienne: What happened to my Honda? Jules Winnfield: Say "What" again. Say it one more god damn time! I dare you! I double dare you mother fucker! Jules Winnfield: I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? Oh, you were finished. Well allow me to retort. Well, allow me to retort. Vincent Vega: God damn that's a pretty fucking good milkshake. Pumpkin: What's in the case? Jules Winnfield: My boss's dirty laundry. Pumpkin: Your boss makes you do his laundry? Jules Winnfield: When he wants it cleaned.
Pumpkin: Sounds like a shit job. Jules Winnfield: I was thinking the same thing. Jules Winnfield: Say 'what' one more time!
I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker! Marsellus Wallace: [seeing Butch in a car] Motherfucker! Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead. Mia Wallace: "Uncomfortable silences. Mia Wallace: Uncomfortable silences. Jules Winnfield: We're all gonna be like three little Fonzies here. Jules Winnfield: You read the bible, Ringo? Koons: So I hid this uncomfortable lunk of metal up my ass. Koons: I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years.
Jules Winnfield: God came down from heaven, and stopped these mother fucking bullets. Jules Winnfield: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel? Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel? Vincent Vega: I was dryin' my hands. Jules Winnfield: You're supposed to wash 'em first! Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first!
Vincent Vega: You watched me wash 'em. Jules Winnfield: I watched you get 'em wet. Jules: I watched you get 'em wet. Vincent Vega: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job. Maybe if I had lathered or something, I coulda done a better job.
Jules Winnfield: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad! Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad! Jules Winnfield: Ahh, what the fuck's happening?
Aw shit, man! Vincent Vega: Aw man, I shot Marvin in the face Vincent Vega: Well I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident! Jules Winnfield: Aww man, I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time but this-. Vincent Vega: Just chill out, man! I told you it was an accident! You probably, you went over a bump or something Vincent Vega: Oh!
Ah man, sh Ah man I shot Marvin in the face. Jules Winnfield: Why the fuck d'you do that!? Vincent Vega: Well I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.
Jules Winnfield: Ah man, I've seen some crazy-ass shit in my time but this Jules Winnfield: Ah man, I've seen some crazy-ass shit in my time but this Brett: He's black. Jules Winnfield: Go on! Brett: He's bald. The Wolf: pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car. The Wolf: Pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car. Vincent Vega: Would you give a man a foot massage?
Jules Winnfield: Fuck you. Vincent Vega: Because I could use a foot massage. Jules Winnfield: look I'm starting to get a little pissed off here. Jules Winnfield: Llook I'm starting to get a little pissed off here.
Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. Jules Winnfield: English motherfucker do you speak it?! Jules Winnfield: Say 'what' again! I double dare you motherfucker! Jules Winnfield: Sewer rat might taste like pumpkin pie but I'd never know cuz I wouldn't eat te filthy motherfucker. Vincent Vega: So you mean I gotta stab her in te heart tree times?
Vincent Vega: You mean I gotta stab her three times? Jules Winnfield: Say what again! I double dare you muthafucka! Say what one more goddamn time! Jules Winnfield: Dickless piece of shit. Vincent Vega: Vincent: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or in the jail house with the cops?
Jules: We should be fuckin' dead, my friend! What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it! Vincent: All right, it was a miracle.
Can we go now? Vincent Vega: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or in the jail house with the cops? Jules Winnfield: We should be fuckin' dead, my friend! Vincent Vega: All right, it was a miracle. Marsellus Wallace: I ain;t through with you by a damn sight! I'm gonna get medevil on your ass! Marsellus Wallace: I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass. Maynard: talking on the phone Zed?
Yeah, the spider just caught a couple of flies. Maynard: [talking on the phone] Zed? Mia Wallace: Don't you hate that? Vincent Vega: Hate what? Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? Mia Wallace: That's when you know you found somebody really special. Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evilmen.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. Brett: He's black! Brett: He's bald! Jules Winnfield: [shoots Brett with his pistol in the leg]. Jules Winnfield: What country are you from? Jules Winnfield: What ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What? Jules Winnfield: English, motherfucker, do you speak it? Jules Winnfield: Then you know what I'm sayin'! Jules Winnfield: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Jules Winnfield: Say what again. Say what again,I dare you,I double-dare you motherfucker,say what one more Goddamn time! Say what again,I dare you,I double-dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time! Fabienne: Who's motorcycle is this? Fabienne: Who's Chopper is this? Butch Coolidge: It's Zed's. Fabienne: Who's Zed? Butch Coolidge: Zed's dead baby Jules Winnfield: I'm the foot fuckin' master..
Jules Winnfield: Check out the big brain on Brett! Jules Winnfield: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet. Pumpkin: Which one is it? Jules Winnfield: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker. Lance: If you're all right, then say something. Mia Wallace: Something. Jules Winnfield: You know the shows on TV? Vincent Vega: I don't watch TV.
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