Fabienne Quotes in Pulp Fiction (1994)

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.

Fabienne: I was looking at myself in the mirror.

Butch: Uh-huh?

Fabienne: I wish I had a pot.

Butch: You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?

Fabienne: A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.

Butch: Well you should be happy, 'cause you do.

Fabienne: Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same thing.

Butch: I didn't realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly.

Fabienne: The difference is huge.

Butch: You want me to have a pot?

Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.

Butch: You think guys would find that attractive?

Fabienne: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

Butch: I think I cracked a rib.

Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?

Butch: No, retard, from the fight.

Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.

Fabienne: Blueberry pie.

Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?

Butch: Where's my watch?

Fabienne: It's there.

Butch: No it's not.

Fabienne: It should be.

Butch: Yes, it most definitely should be but it's not here now, so where the fuck is it?

Fabienne: Where's my Honda?

Butch: Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.

Fabienne: Any time of the day is a good time for pie.

Butch: How was your breakfast?

Fabienne: It was good...

Butch: Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes?

Fabienne: No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk - are you sure you're okay?

Butch: Honey, since I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest fucking day of my life! Come on, hop on - I'll tell you all about it.

Butch: Did you bring the watch?

Fabienne: I believe so.

Butch: You believe so? You "believe" so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't!

Fabienne: Then I did.

Butch: Are you sure?

Fabienne: [shakes her head] No...

[a pause]

Butch: [explodes into a rampage] Fuck! Motherfucking shit! Do you fucking know how fucking stupid you are? Shit! Fuck!

[he calms down just as quickly and suddenly as he started]

Butch: It's not your fault.

Fabienne: I like the way you stink.

Butch: I think I have a broken rib.

Fabienne: From giving me oral pleasure?

Butch: Will you hand me a towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?

Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.