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!"
Mia: "Don't you hate that?"
Mia: "Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bulls**t in order to be comfortable?"
Vincent: "I don't know. That's a good question."
Mia: "That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the f**k up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
Corpse in a Car
The Wolf: "You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?"
Jimmie: "Uh, one hundred percent."
The Wolf: "Your wife... Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right?"
The Wolf: "I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she'd wouldn't appreciate it none too much?"
Jimmie: [laughing] "She wouldn't at that."
The Wolf: "That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the f**k out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it."
A Royale with Cheese
Vincent: "You know what the funniest thing about Europe is?"
Vincent: "It's the little differences. I mean they got the same s**t over there that they got here, but it's just - it's just there it's a little different."
Vincent: "Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?"
Jules: "They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?"
Vincent: "Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the f**k a Quarter Pounder is."
Jules: "What do they call it?"
Vincent: "They call it a Royale with Cheese."
Jules: "Royale with Cheese."
Vincent: "Thats right."
Jules: "What do they call a Big Mac?"
Vincent: "A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac."
Jules: "Le Big Mac." [laughs] "What do they call a Whopper?"
Vincent: "I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. But, you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?"