Pulp Fiction1994

Vincent:
You ever seen that show "Cops"? I was watching it one time, and there was this cop on, and he was talking about this gun fight he had in the hallway with this guy, right, and he just unloaded on this guy, and nothing happened, he didn't hit nothing. Okay, it was just him and this guy. I mean, you know, it's freaky, but it happens.

Jules:
Look, you want to play blind man, go walk with the shepherd, but me - my eyes are wide f***ing open.

Vincent:
The f*** does that mean?

Jules:
I mean, that's it for me. From here on in, you consider my ass retired.

Vincent:
Jesus Christ...

Jules:
No blasphemy.

Vincent:
God damn it, Jules...

Jules:
I said don't do that!

Vincent:
Hey, you know why the f*** you f***ing freaking out on us?

Jules:
Look, I'm telling Marsellus today, I'm through.

Vincent:
But why don't you tell him at the same time, why?

Jules:
Don't worry, I will.

Vincent:
Yeah, and I bet you ten thousand dollars he laughs his ass off.

Jules:
I don't give a damn if he does.

Vincent:
Marvin, what do you make of all this?

Marvin:
Man, I don't even have an opinion.

Vincent:
[Turns around, sloppily pointing his gun at Marvin] Well, you got to have an opinion! I mean, do you think that God came down from heaven and stopped the ... [Vincent's gun goes off]

Jules:
Oh! The f***'s happening?! Ah!

Vincent:
Oh sh*t!

Jules:
Man!

Vincent:
Oh, man, I shot Marvin in the face!

Jules:
What!? Why the f***'d you do that?!

Vincent:
Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.

Jules:
Oh man, I seen some crazy ass sh*t in my time, but this...

Vincent:
Chill out man, I told you it was an accident, you probably went over a bump or something.

Jules:
Hey, the car ain't hit no motherfucking bump.

Vincent:
Hey look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a b*tch, the gun went off I don't know why.

Jules:
Well look at this f***ing mess, man! We're on a city street in broad daylight here.

Vincent:
I don't believe it, man!

Jules:
Well, believe it now MOTHERF***ER, we got to get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice sh*t like you're driving a car drenched in f***ing blood!

Vincent:
Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.

Jules:
This is the valley, Vincent. Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the valley.

Vincent:
Well, Jules, this ain't my f***ing town, man!!

Jules:
Sh*t!

Vincent:
What you doing?

Jules:
Calling my partner in Toluca Lake.

Vincent:
Where's Toluca Lake?

Jules:
Just over the hill here, over by Burbank studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home I don't know what the f*** we going to do man, cause I don't got no other partners in 818. [over the telephone] Jimmie, yo', how you doing, man, it's Jules. Just listen up, man, me and my homeboy in some serious f***ing sh*t, we're in a car we need to get off the road pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple hours...