Jules: "You read the Bible, Brett?"
Jules: "Well, there's this passage I've got memorized that sort of fits this occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of the evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, 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: "Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this s**t. This is some f**ked-up repugnant s**t."
Vincent: "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: "Get the f**k out my face with that s**t! The motherf**ker that said that s**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. Now, right now, I'm a f**kin' race car, right, and you got me the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's f**kin' dangerous to have a race car in the f**kin' 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**ker, motherf**ker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! In fact, what the f**k am I doin' in the back? You're the motherf**ker who should be on brain detail! We're f**kin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this n***a's skull!"
That's right, Butch. Zed is very dead, and it's high time that you and your girlfriend GET out of town. Quickly!
Fabienne: "Whose motorcycle is this?"
Butch: "It's a chopper, baby."
Fabienne: "Whose chopper is this?"
Butch: "It's Zed's."
Fabienne: "Who's Zed?"
Butch: "Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead."
About Foot Massages
Vincent: "Have you ever given a foot massage?"
Jules: [scoffs] "Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot f**kin' master."
Vincent: "Given a lot of 'em?"
Jules: "S**t yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'."
Vincent: "Would you give a guy a foot massage?"
Jules: "F**k you."
Vincent: "You give them a lot?"
Jules: "F**k you."
Vincent: "You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself."
Jules: "Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here."