Pulp Fiction1994

Jules:
[while cleaning the bloodied car] Oh man, I will never forgive your ass for this sh*t. This is some f***ed up repugnant sh*t.

Vincent:
Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he is wrong, that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that?

Jules:
Get the f*** outta my face with that sh*t. The motherf***er who said that sh*t never had to pick up itty bitty pieces of skull on the account of your dumb ass.

Vincent:
I got a threshold, Jules, I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. And right now I’m a f***ing race-car, alright, and you got me in the red. And I’m just saying, I’m just saying that it’s f***ing dangerous to have a race-car in the f***ing red, that’s all. I could blow.

Jules:
Oh, oh, you ready to blow?

Vincent:
Yeah, I’m ready to blow.

Jules:
Well I’m a mushroom cloud layin’ motherf***er, motherf***er. Every time my fingers touch brain, I’m "Superfly TNT". I’m "The Guns of the Navarone". In fact, what the f*** am I doing in the back? You the motherf***er should be on brain detail. We’re f***ing switching. I’m washing the windows, and you picking up this nigga's skull.