Vincent Vega (John Travolta)
You don't fuck with another man's vehicle. It's just against the rules.
[To himself] So you're gonna go out there, drink your drink, say "Goodnight, I've had a very lovely evening", go home, jerk off. And that's all you're gonna do.
Well, you gotta have an opinion! I mean, do you think that God came down from heaven and stopped the – [he accidentally shoots Marvin]
Oh man, I just shot Marvin in the face.
Chill out, man, I told you it was an accident. We probably went over a bump or something.
Why the fuck didn't you tell us there was someone in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? You forgot to mention someone's in the bathroom with a goddamn handcannon'!
[When asked what divine intervention is] I think so … it means God came down from heaven and stopped the bullets.
Chill, Jules, this shit happens.
Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia!
Fuck you, Lance, answer!
Would you like to continue this theological discussion in the car, or in the jailhouse with the cops?
A "please" would be nice.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home and have a heart attack.
Jules, you give that fucking nimrod $1,500, I'll shoot him on general principle.
You don't fuck with another man's vehicle. It's just against the rules.
[To himself] So you're gonna go out there, drink your drink, say "Goodnight, I've had a very lovely evening", go home, jerk off. And that's all you're gonna do.
Well, you gotta have an opinion! I mean, do you think that God came down from heaven and stopped the – [he accidentally shoots Marvin]
Oh man, I just shot Marvin in the face.
Chill out, man, I told you it was an accident. We probably went over a bump or something.
Why the fuck didn't you tell us there was someone in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? You forgot to mention someone's in the bathroom with a goddamn handcannon'!
[When asked what divine intervention is] I think so … it means God came down from heaven and stopped the bullets.
Chill, Jules, this shit happens.
Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia!
Fuck you, Lance, answer!
Would you like to continue this theological discussion in the car, or in the jailhouse with the cops?
A "please" would be nice.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home and have a heart attack.
Jules, you give that fucking nimrod $1,500, I'll shoot him on general principle.
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