Pulp Fiction1994

Jules:
Oh maan, I will never forgive yo'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 wrong doings, have you ever heard that?

Jules:
Get the f***-out my face with that sh*t. The mothafucker who said that sh*t never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on 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***in' race car and you got me in the red. I'm just saying that it's f***in' dangerous to have a racecar in the f***in' red, that's all. I could blow.

Jules:
Oh, you're 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 T.N.T, I'm the GUNS OF THE NAVARONE. In fact, what the f*** am I doin' in the back? You're the motherf***er should be on brain detail. We're f***in' switchin.' I'm washin' the windows and you're pickin' up this n*gger's skull.