JULES: Looks like me and Vincent caught you boys at breakfast...sorry 'bout that. What'cha eatin'
BRETT: Hamburgers.
JULES: Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kinda hamburgers?
BRETT: Cheeseburgers.
JULES: No, I mean where'd you get 'em? McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-In-The-Box, where?
BRETT: Big Kahuna Burger.
JULES: Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I heard they got some tasy burgers. I ain't never had one myself, how are they?

ESMARELDA: "Butch." What does it mean?
BUTCH: I'm an American, our names don't mean shit.

VINCENT: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse I'll take. And you're crossing it. I'm a race car and you got me in the red. Just know, it's fuckin' dangerous to be drivin' a race car when it's in the red. It could blow.

THE WOLF: You know what you two look like?
VINCENT: What?
THE WOLF: Like a coupla guys who just blew somebody's head off.

VINCENT: So if you're quitting the life, what'll you do?
JULES: That's what I've been sitting here contemplating. First, I'm gonna deliver this case to Marsellus. Then, basically, I'm gonna walk the earth.
VINCENT: What do you mean, walk the earth?
JULES: You know, like Caine in "KUNG FU." Just walk from town to town, meet people, get in adventures.

JULES: If you find my answers frightening, Vincent, you should cease askin' scary questions.

JULES: You're gettin' ready to blow? I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain I'm "SUPERFLY T.N.T.," I'm the "GUNS OF NAVARONE." I'm what Jimmie Walker usta talk about. In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail.

VINCENT: Can I have a sip of that? I'd like to know what a five-dollars shake tastes like.
MIA: Be my guest. You can use my straw, I don't have kooties.
VINCENT: Yeah, but maybe I do.