Ezekiel : "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Jules: Well, there's this passage I've got memorized, it sorta fits the occasion. soon-to-be-living-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain rapist here.
He's just trying to get you out the door before you start plugging the diners. One minute they're having a Denver omelette; the next minute, someone's sticking a gun in their face. 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. Look man, if Jimmie's ass ain't home I don't know what the fuck we going to do man, cause I don't got no other partners in 818.
Customers are sitting there with food in their mouths; they don't know what's going on. [begins pacing about the room] And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. [pulls out his gun and aims at Brett] ..I lay my vengeance upon thee."Vincent: You ever seen that show "Cops"? Jules: Just over the hill here, over by the Burbank studios.
Bars, liquor stores, gas stations; you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Vincent: Breaks down like this, okay: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so fucking cool about them.
They want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. [they go into an empty hallway] Look, just 'cause I wouldn't give no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antoine into a glass motherfucking house, fucking up the way the nigga talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass because I'd kill the motherfucker. Now, look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something.
Every time my fingers touch brain, I’m "Superfly TNT".
The back patios, sidewalk seating, and rooftop decks have been sealed off for the season.
If it seems impossible to practice your game on such a playing field, it's time to broaden your horizons. Odds are you’ll impress more with your karaoke game than your perspective on current events.
Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, right? Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules, I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. I’m washing the windows, and you picking up this nigga's skull. I ain't eatin' nothing that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? Jimmie: No, no, no, no, no, don't you fucking realize, man, that if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced? No marriage counseling, no trial separation, I'm going to get fucking divorced, okay? Now man, you know, fuck, I wanna help you, but I don't want to lose my wife doing it, all right? Now look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fucking car. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. And without a job, a residence or legal tender, that's exactly what you're going to be: a fucking bum.