Vincent Quotes in Sleepless (2017)

Sean: They said it was just gonna be a easy grab.

Vincent: Well, it ain't no easy grab, they got T!

Vincent: The problem with artificial intelligence is it's way too unpredictable.

Vincent: I'm a soldier first. My main interest is to protect and serve.

Vincent: [Tapping Chappie's head] You know what's in here? Bunch of wires mate!

Vincent: You think you're real?

Vincent: Your little robot is a big problem to me.

Vincent: If we control the robots, we control the people.

Vincent: This is the day of reckoning!

Vincent: You Godless freak! GODLESS!

Vincent: You think you're here eh? You're a bunch of wires!

Vincent: They're out of control!

Sam: Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That's the first thing they teach you.

Vincent: Who taught you?

Sam: I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you.

[last lines]

Vincent: No questions. No answers. That's the business we're in. You just accept it and move on. Maybe that's lesson number three.

Vincent: Everyone's your brother until the rent comes due.

[Sam accepts a cigarette offered by Vincent]

Sam: So, are you labour or management?

Vincent: If I were management, I would not offer you a cigarette!

Vincent: Under the bridge, by the river, how did you know it was an ambush?

Sam: When ever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That is the first thing they teach you.

Vincent: A friend of yours?

Sam: Yeah, we went to high school together.

Vincent: Well, everyone's your brother 'till the rent comes due.

Vincent: Are you sure you can do this?

Sam: [Preparing to perform surgery on himself] Yeah. I once removed a guy's appendix with a grapefruit spoon.

[Spence is walking into a possible ambush]

Vincent: Do you want to back him up?

[Sam shrugs]

Vincent: What would I profit from your death?

Sam: Well, you'd have the money.

Vincent: I have the money already.

[pause]

Vincent: [nods] I'll watch the back.

Vincent: [Gregor has just stolen the case for himself during a shoot-out] Where is Gregor?

Sam: Gregor fucked us!

Vincent: It's a case for ice skates.

Sam: Why ice skates? And why would Gregor know an ice-skate case?

Vincent: He didn't have time to have it made. He didn't have time to have the fake case made. The Russians made it. The Russians made it.

Sam: We're following the wrong people.

Vincent: What do you want for Christmas?

Sam: My two front teeth.

Sergi: Where do I know you from?

Vincent: Vienna.

Sergi: Of course!

Vincent: [shaking Sam's hand] What was in the case?

Sam: [grins] I don't remember.

Vincent: [smiles] Lesson number two.

Sam: Keep in touch.

Vincent: We need some information. We're looking for some people in Paris.

Jean-Pierre: Who?

Vincent: An Irish man and a woman, and a German, ex-KGB. They're professionals, and they're in hiding.

Jean-Pierre: This is really important to you?

Vincent: He saved my life.

Ava: My program is unique because it integrates information. Rather than having to process terabytes of data, it relies on experience.

Vincent: What sort of experience?

Ava: Our conversations. We chat together every day.

Vincent: Okay. Thank you. I'm gonna start the Turing test now. Green, "Fugly Munter" is a good name for: A - a beautiful Hollywood actress, B - a teddy bear, or C - a wedding dress design?

Green Candidate: Teddy Bear.

Vincent: Red, describe love in three words

Red Candidate: Home, happiness, reproduction.

Vincent: Green?

Green Candidate: Happiness, sadness, life.

Vincent: Green, Mary saw a puppy in a window. She wanted it. What did Mary want?

Green Candidate: The window.

Vincent: Why?

Green Candidate: Windows look out onto the world. They are pretty and help you feel less alone.

Vincent: This is beautiful programming.

Ava: Thank you. Uh, its not programming. It taught itself.

Ava: I didn't know it was a man; I didn't know man and clown were the same. I'm sorry, can you fix him?

Vincent: NO, you can't fix someone who's dead.

Ava: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Vincent: Don't kill anyone else. Do You understand?

Ava: ...

[In shock]

Vincent: Do you understand machine?

Ava: ...

[In shock]

Vincent: Machine?

Vincent: Orange, are you happier this year than you were last?

Orange Candidate: No. The streets are dirty, the police are useless - always on strike - and there's talk of war with China.

Vincent: Blue, how does war make you feel?

Blue Candidate: Scared. For myself and my family.

Vincent: Orange, tell me you're a machine and I'll believe that you're human.

Orange Candidate: I'm not.

Vincent: Tell me that you are and you'll pass the test.

Orange Candidate: I'm not a machine. You're not making sense.

Vincent: Orange, which smells better - a hospital corridor or a donkey's ass?

Orange Candidate: Donkey ass. What? Can you repeat that?

Vincent: Blue?

Blue Candidate: I'll take the corridor.

Orange Candidate: Donkey ass. You're not making any sense at all! I'm not a machine! He made an error.

Vincent: Henning, you better attend to your computer.

Dr. Henning: He made an error.

Orange Candidate: How do you know which one is my computer?

Vincent: Thank you.

The Machine: For what?

Vincent: For being gentle.

The Machine: If I wasn't gentle, you would break.

Ava: There was no grant, was there?

Vincent: No.

Ava: This was a job interview.

Vincent: Yes. And the job's yours if you want it.

Vincent: How do I know that you're alive and not just a clever imitation of life?

[first lines]

Vincent: [checking his pupils] Paul? Paul, can you hear me? Paul? Okay, turn the implant on.

computer: Brain implant activated.

Vincent: Hello. Do you know your name?

Paul Dawson: [no]

Vincent: Do you know what happened?

Paul Dawson: [no]

Lucy: You're a soldier. Your name is Paul Dawson. You were shot in the head and your brain in damaged. We're going to test how well Vincent's implant has repaired that damage.

Paul Dawson: I want my mum.

Vincent: Okay, I'm now going to remove the restraints for tests...

[the Machine grabs his hand]

The Machine: You smell sweet...

Vincent: [pause] Thank you.

The Machine: For what?

Vincent: You're being gentle.

The Machine: If I wasn't gentle you would break. I don't want to hurt you, Vincent.

Vincent: Good

[pause]

Vincent: Good, you shouldn't hurt people.

Thomson: Is that binding? Because we 'will' want her to hurt quite a few people eventually.

Vincent: [to Allison] Your father abandoned me... Now I'm gonna make him pay for the both of us.

Vincent: I've already been to prison; I didn't like it. In fact I fucking hated it!

Vincent: You pissed away fourteen years of friendship over one old janitor!

Will Montgomery: We're not killers Vince.

Vincent: Maybe not then... but now.

Vincent: I was a golden boy... NOW I'm a FREAKING PICASO

Vincent: The only thing that had the balls to come to New Orleans... WAS THE HURRICANE

Vincent: You destroyed the only thing I ever loved... me!

Vincent: Why don't you shoot?

Spike: What?

Vincent: What's wrong? Lose your nerve? You started out so fearlessly. Go on. Pull the trigger.

Spike: I don't think so. I blow the bounty if I blow you away.

Vincent: I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for eternity.

Spike: [sarcastically] You're an original, aren't you?

Vincent: Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real.

Vincent: What's your name?

Spike: Spike... Spiegel...

Vincent: I'll meet you at the end of this world.

Faye: Why did you do all this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?

Vincent: I am just looking for a door to open.

Faye: A door?

Vincent: I was dreaming, and I knew it was a dream. And yet, I couldn't open my eyes. You know what I mean? From that time, when I was on Titan, it's been like that, always.

Faye: You're gonna take the entire world down with you... but why? That's insane.

Vincent: You think so? Is there an indelible line dividing sanity from insanity... Or do they change, one into the other at the slightest change of events? We'll find out soon enough. If the world itself is insane.

Vincent: No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can. You'll understand soon... that the one that's insane is this world. Do you want to come with me? The only ones left will be you and me.

Vincent: Before you part from this world, can you tell me something? I am already dead since Titan and this world the butterflies are showing me... Is it a dream? Or is their world the real one and the world where I was, the dream? I don't know.

Vincent: Do you know the best way to make a dream come true? Do you? It's to wake up.

Emily: Do you like my tummy?

Vincent: Yeah, it's nice.

Emily: Do you like my laugh?

Vincent: If you smile.

Uncle Ray: Why? Did I beat you? Did I shoot you? In the groin?

Vincent: Are those options?

Vincent: How stupid do you think I am, huh?

Emily: How stupid is there?

Vincent: I once stole a Ferrari with a Chihuahua in the back. He made less noise than you do.

Vincent: I got a Twinkie in the car. It's all yours, if you want it. Just make this call for me.

Emily: You got a girlfriend?

Vincent: Nah, I gave that up.

Emily: Why?

Vincent: Because I always see the potential of failure.

Vincent: We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Emily: What's the hard way?

Vincent: It's harder... it's harder than the easy way. That's what I know.

Vincent: How old are you?

Emily: Twelve.

Vincent: Okay. If you say so.

Vincent: You don't know where you are, you don't know who I am, and you're cuffed to my bathroom pipe. Honey, don't do me like that.

Emily: Where are we going?

Vincent: Knotty Pines.

Emily: What do ya gotta go to Knotty Pines for?

Vincent: So I can meet my man, and tell him "Hey Greg! It's so nice to see you! I just got robbed for $200,000! I enjoyed it!" "Whaaat by who?" "Her uncle!" "Who?" "Her uncle?" I mean, is this science fiction or what?

Vincent: [Uncle Ray is walking towards them with a gun] Think he's gonna shoot?

Emily: Yes, *yes*, Vincent! Run!

[both start running quickly]

Stick: She's got some ass, huh?

Vincent: Your mother's got some ass.

Vincent: Let's see... we've got rum, tequila and rum... Rum and tequila. What would you like?

Emily: You don't have to be drunk to kiss me.

Vincent: Well... I'm not drunk.

[kisses her]

Vincent: You're a real screwy kid ya know that?

Vincent: I'm tired of tossing salad, if you know what I mean.

Vincent: I've known this girl for two days, are you tellin' me I care more about her than you? You son of a bitch! You should've sold her when she was born for cashvalue Mr. Business Man!

Emily: Oh, hi Dad, I'm okay but um... Daddy he made me touch his penis.

Vincent: [Vincent hangs up the phone] Touch what?

Emily: Oops.

Vincent: There goes the medicine cabinet.

Vincent: Patience is the chief virtue for those who have faith. Mahatma Gandhi, New Delhi, 1946.

Lt. Mike London: Up your ass. Lieutenant Mike London, Shit Creek, the year is now.

Vincent: [as Zantoro is taunting the zombies] He must be nuts! He's speaking to those gooks!

Zantoro: [the swat team is in a native graveyard] Hey, Vincent! What happened to all those cute little wild naked native girls you promised us?

Vincent: There's one right in front of ya, look!

[gestures at corpse]

Vincent: She may not look like much to you, but in bed, she's out of this world!

Zantoro: No thanks. I kinda prefer my girls more meaty. You take her.

Vincent: Pansy! I can explain! It's only the thing on my nose and the hair piece. Everything else is fine!

Pansy: Oh, you don't have to wear the "special"...?

Vincent: No, no, no, I don't have to wear the "special." Anymore.

Vincent: Pansy, look at me.

Pansy: Yes, Vincent.

Vincent: Do you... do you... love me?

Pansy: Of course I love you.

Vincent: You... you don't mind the thing... on my... on my nose...

Pansy: Oh you mean your...

Vincent: Yes, my...

Pansy: No, darling... of course I don't mind...

Vincent: You could get used to have a chap around the house with a... with a... with a damn thing on his nose.

Pansy: Of course, my love. Everyone has something odd about them. Why I've got an enormous...

Vincent: Pansy!

Vincent: Oh no. The problem. The problem, Pansy! It's started again!

Pansy: Oh! Oh, don't worry, darling!

Vincent: Ohhh... ohhh...

Pansy: I say!

Vincent: I must have fruit!

Pansy: Oh, Sir Vincent, you came for me!

Vincent: Oh, good Mistress Pansy, I could not have ridden faster! Four horses have I exhausted this day from Nottingham!

Pansy: Oh, the way you leapt to my chamber, so full of... of... manliness!

Vincent: I could scarce restrain the rushing of my feet! These twelve long years have been like chains abound me!

Pansy: Oh... Oh, and the personal problem?

Vincent: Oh, much, much better.

RJ: Vincent, wait! I can get it all back! That's right. If you eat me, you'd have to do it. But I can get it, all of it.

Vincent: My red wagon?

RJ: Redder!

Vincent: The blue cooler?

RJ: Blue cooler. On my list! Gotta be blue?

Vincent: Yes! And I want my Spuddies. I love those things. 'Cause with a Spuddie, enough just isn't enough.

RJ: So true. Painfully true. And I'll tell you what. I'm gonna get you the giant picnic pack, family-fun size.

Vincent: They have that?

RJ: I'm pretty sure.

Vincent: All right, R.J. I'm going back to sleep. When that moon is full, I'm waking up, and all my stuff had better be right back where it was.

RJ: But that's just one week! That's impossible for one guy!

[Vincent squeezes on RJ's head]

RJ: A week's perfect. I'll get some helpers.

Vincent: Full moon, all my stuff. And don't even think about running away, because if you do, I will hunt you down and kill you.

Vincent: Wow.

RJ: Vincent!

Vincent: So I was just on my way down here to kill you, and I stopped to watch the show, and I gotta say... that right there, is a thing of beauty. That is the most vicious, deceitful, self-serving thing I've ever seen.

[Chuckles]

Vincent: Classic RJ. You take the food, and they take the fall. You keep this up, your gonna end up just like me. Having everything you ever wanted.

RJ: But I already had that.

Vincent: What, them? Who are you kidding? You said it yourself, you're a family of one. Always will be. It's how guys like you and me survive. So a few saps got hurt in the process. Tough. That's life. Trust me, you don't need them.

RJ: Actually, I do. And right now, they really need me. So I really need this!

[Takes the wagon with all the food]

Vincent: RJ!

Vincent: RJ? The moon's not full yet...

[notices RJ has his food]

Vincent: RJ. Don't tell me you're dumb enough to come up here and steal my stuff. RJ? I'm gonna have to kill you.

[Advances on RJ]

RJ: WAIT! The food is still in the cave, so technically, not stolen!

[accidentally bumps into the wagon, sending it down the hill]

RJ: Oh no, no, no, no! STOP!

[the wagon stops, RJ and Vincent chuckle nervously at each other until a truck destroys the wagon and food]

RJ: Please, Vincent! I'm just a desperate guy trying to feed his family!

Vincent: You don't have a family, RJ.

RJ: I meant a family of one.

Vincent: [about to kill him] Time's up, RJ!

Vincent: Moon's full RJ. See you in the morning.

Heather Mason: You think there is a difference between dreams and reality?

Vincent: [laughs] What happened to the small talk? "What's your favourite band"? "Do you facebook"?

Heather Mason: Fuck facebook. Do you?

Vincent: I don't really think about it.

Heather Mason: Everybody think about it.

Vincent: Not me. Look my life is complicated enough. You should talk to my grandfather. It's all he ever thinks about. Drove him crazy.

Heather Mason: It's driving me crazy.

Vincent: No. He's insane. Batshit nuts. Back in my sweet little hometown old man Leonard drolls in a padded cell. He will tell you there is no such things as dreams, only endless realities thats all piled on top of each other. Some people sees monsters. Other people just see people.

Heather Mason: And they locked him up for that?

Vincent: My mother had him committed.

Heather Mason: Jesus

Vincent: My mother... She's kind of intimidating my mother.

Vincent: Never build on a ancient Indian burial ground! I thought everybody knew that.

Heather Mason: I don't think I like my reality.

Vincent: Who does?

Vincent: You are part of that evil!

Vincent: She did... bitch did!

Vincent: Big deal! I killed a guy, it just makes me a criminal.

Charlie: So, what are you in here for?

Vincent: Kind of a tacky question, isn't it? I stabbed a woman 87 times.

Charlie: What did you do that for?

Vincent: I don't know.

Vincent: Eat your scone.

Stu 'Stuey' Ungar: Looks like a muffin.

Vincent: It's a scone. It's from Europe. You see? You're... you're boorish.

Stu 'Stuey' Ungar: Boris?

Vincent: Did I say "Boris"? I said boorish. Uncouth. A vulgarian. You...

[Stuey stares blankly]

Vincent: Never mind.

Vincent: You never seen Abbott and Costello?

Oliver: No, sir. Are they old?

Vincent: No. They're dead. That's the oldest you can be.

Oliver: Or the youngest. Time freezes when you're dead.

Daka: My water is broken!

Vincent: Call a plumber.

[first lines]

Vincent: So this Irish guy knocks on this lady's door and says, you know, "Have you got any, uh... Any, uh... work for me?" And she says, "Um, well, you now, as a matter of fact, you could paint the porch." 'Bout two hours later, the guy comes back and says, "I've finished, ma'am, but just for your information, it's not a porch, it's a BMW."

[bar patrons stunned]

Oliver: He's paying me hourly.

Vincent: I'm showing him how the world works. You work, you get paid, you drink.

Maggie: You're drinking alcohol?

Vincent: ...I honestly don't remember.

Vincent: You need to defend yourself, or you get mowed down.

Oliver: I'm small, if you haven't noticed.

Vincent: Yeah, so was Hitler.

Oliver: That's a horrible comparison.

Vincent: Indeed. Making a point, though.

Vincent: [to Oliver] Do yourself a favor. Get a life. Stop living mine.

Vincent: A lady of the night.

Oliver: What's that?

Vincent: It's one of the more honest ways to make a living.

Zucko: Come on, Vinny! Why do you always have to do things the hard way?

Vincent: It's more interesting.

Zucko: And a lot more painful.

Vincent: Don't ever become a pencil-pusher kid, they're spineless.

Oliver: Sorry, Vin, for your loss.

Vincent: Never understood... wh-wh-why people say that.

Oliver: They don't know what else to say.

Vincent: How about, "What was she like?" "Do you miss her?" Or "What are you gonna do now?"

Vincent: [answering telephone] Come on, coward, try to sell me something.

Terry: It is what it is.

Vincent: "It is what it is"? Everyone's saying that now. You know what it means? You're screwed, and you shall remain screwed.

Vincent: You got any money?

Oliver: Yes sir, $7.

Vincent: What is that, lunch money?

Oliver: Yes sir.

Vincent: Well, you might as well the hard way.

Vincent: [Walking along the street] Claire, make Gaspard a balloon, not a ball and chain.

Claire: Was I a ball and chain?

Vincent: Mon petit Claire, you were not the ball and chain. You were the zeppelin.

Alex: [Vincent wants to climb a mountain] What if it sucks?

Vincent: What if it's amazing?

Alex: What if it's dangerous?

Vincent: What if it's exciting?

Alex: What if we die?

Vincent: What if we live?

Vincent: You know, there's a clown in my head and he shits in between my thoughts and he forces me to do the most inappropriate thing at the most inappropriate moment. So relaxing is pretty much the one thing I cannot do.

Vincent: My brain is broken but all you have to do is eat something.

Vincent: What's so... What's so funny?

Marie: Nothing. Sorry.

Alex: It's just hard to tell were you stop and your tourettes begins.

Robert: Vincent, stop! Don't be this person.

Vincent: Oh, what? What person am I being?

Robert: Me! You got my temper, that's for sure, but the rest of this, this isn't you. You're more like your mom. And thank God for that, because I will have completely failed you as a father if you end up anything like me.

[last lines]

Alex: I'm starving. Let's go to Subway.

Vincent: Eat fresh latex, cunt.

Alex: You really love that word, don't you? Have you ever counted how many times you say that word a day?

Vincent: 62,175. For million and a half.

Vincent: Colon cancer rots your asshole...

Vincent: This fucking sucks. Can't I get one fucking advantage out of this cocksucking illness? They only come when I don't want them and only comes in the worst motherfucking moments.

Vincent: Aaaah! Cunt licker! Fuck! What are you staring at?

Vincent: I'm in charge here. Not you, you cunt.

Alex: You're calling me a cunt?

Marie: That was his Tourette's you idiot!

Vincent: No, I said that on purpose.

Alex: Cause I wanted you to think I was cool. You don't know what it's like. I've got a lot to offer but these stupid rituals take over everything, made my world smaller and smaller. I'm stuck in a fucking cage. I'd give anything to be free, but it doesn't stop.

Vincent: It was pretty cool, the way you ran out of there

Marie: You did look pretty bad ass.

Vincent: [Talking to Robert] See if I can get to a 7/11

Mia: Don't you hate that?

Vincent: What?

Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit 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 fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at?

Marvin: It's over th...

Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?

Roger: It's in the cupboard.

[Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard]

Roger: No, no, the one by your kn-knees.

Jules: We happy?

[Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents]

Jules: Vincent! We happy?

Vincent: Yeah, we happy.

Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours...

Jules: My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.

Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...

Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules: What country are you from?

Brett: What? What? Wh - ?

Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?

Brett: What?

Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?

Brett: Yes! Yes!

Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!

Brett: Yes!

Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett: What?

Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?

Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules: Then what do they call it?

Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.

Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.

Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

Vincent: Want some bacon?

Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.

Vincent: Are you Jewish?

Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.

Vincent: Why not?

Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.

Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.

Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.

Jules: I don't eat dog either.

Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?

Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.

Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?

Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charming motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?

[cleaning their bloody hands]

Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?

Vincent: I was dryin' my hands.

Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first!

Vincent: You watched me wash 'em.

Jules: I watched you get 'em wet.

Vincent: I was washing 'em. But this shit's hard to get off. Maybe if I had Lava or something, I coulda done a better job.

Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!

Jules: [Vincent and Jules are cleaning the inside of the car which is covered in blood] Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.

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 fuck out my face with that shit! The motherfucker that said that shit 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 fuckin' race car, right, and you got me the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' 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' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!

The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.

Vincent: A please would be nice.

The Wolf: Come again?

Vincent: I said a please would be nice.

The Wolf: Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.

Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.

Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.

The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.

Vincent: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.

Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke?

Vincent: Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.

Mia: No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

Vincent: I can't wait.

Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.

[Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off]

Vincent: Whoa!

Jules: What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man!

Vincent: Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.

Jules: Why the fuck did you do that!

Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!

Jules: Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time...

Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.

Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump!

Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.

Jules: Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!

Vincent: I don't believe it.

Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.

Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that's all.

Jules: This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley.

Vincent: Well Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man!

Jules: Shit!

[Jules dials a number on his cell phone]

Vincent: What you doin'?

Jules: I'm calling Jimmie, my old partner. He lives in Toluca Lake.

Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake?

Jules: It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8.

[into the phone]

Jules: Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.

Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.

Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.

Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.

Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?

Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.

Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?

Jules: Shit 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 gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]

Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You give them a lot?

Jules: Fuck 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.

Lance: Hey, whattya think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. You wanna hang out, get high?

Vincent: Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face?

Lance: No, that's Jody. That's my wife.

Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.

Vincent: How many up there?

Jules: Three or four.

Vincent: That's countin' our guy?

Jules: Not sure.

Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?

Jules: It's possible.

Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.

Jules: Hey kids! How you boys doin'?

[to man laying on the couch]

Jules: Hey, keep chillin'. You know who we are? We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don't you? Let me take a wild guess here. You're Brett, right?

Brett: Yeah.

Jules: I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don't you, Brett?

Brett: Yeah, yeah, I remember him.

Jules: Good. Looks like me an Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?

Brett: Hamburgers.

Jules: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers?

Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers.

Jules: No, no no, where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?

Brett: Big Kahuna Burger.

Jules: Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they?

Brett: They're good.

Jules: Mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right?

[Picks up burger and takes a bite]

Jules: Mmm-mmmm. That is a tasty burger. Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger?

[Vincent shakes his head]

Jules: Wanna bite? They're real tasty.

Vincent: Ain't hungry.

Jules: Well, if you like burgers give 'em a try sometime. I can't usually get 'em myself because my girlfriend's a vegitarian which pretty much makes me a vegitarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mm-mm-mm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules: Tell 'em, Vincent.

Vincent: A Royale with cheese.

Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right. The metric system. What's in this?

Brett: Sprite.

Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?

Brett: Go right ahead.

Jules: Ah, hit the spot.

Lance: You're going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she's got, uh, breastplate...

[taps Mia's chest]

Lance: So you gotta pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.

[demonstrates]

Vincent: I-I gotta stab her three times?

Lance: No, you don't gotta fucking stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it's gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger.

Vincent: What happens after that?

Lance: I'm kinda curious about that myself...

Jules: This was Divine Intervention! You know what "divine intervention" is?

Vincent: Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.

Jules: Yeah, man, that's what it means. That's exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.

Vincent: I think we should be going now.

Jules: Don't do that! Don't you fucking do that! Don't blow this shit off! What just happened was a fucking miracle!

Vincent: Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens.

Jules: Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn't just happen.

Vincent: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?

Jules: We should be fuckin' dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!

Vincent: Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?

Jules: [talking about Mia, Marsellus Wallace's wife] I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.

Vincent: Pilot? What's a pilot?

Jules: Well, you know the shows on TV?

Vincent: I don't watch TV.

Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?

Vincent: Yeah.

Jules: Well, the way they pick TV shows is, they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows, and on the strength of that one show they decide if they want to make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don't, become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.

Vincent: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

Jules: What?

Vincent: Mayonnaise.

Jules: Goddamn.

Vincent: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.

Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?

Vincent: I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so fucking cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have fucking better known better. I mean, that's his fucking wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm saying?

Jules: That's an interesting point. Come on, let's get into character.

Lance: [answering the phone] Hello.

Vincent: Lance! It's Vincent. I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man. I'm coming to your house.

Lance: Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man. What's the problem?

Vincent: I've got this chick, she fuckin' O.D.in' on me!

Lance: Well, don't bring her here! I'm not even fuckin' joking with you, man! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house!

Vincent: No choice.

Lance: She's O.D.in'?

Vincent: She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man!

Lance: Okay, then you bite the fuckin' bullet, take her to a hospital and call a lawyer.

Vincent: Negative.

Lance: This is not my fuckin' problem, man! You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this!

The Wolf: Strip.

Jules: All the way?

The Wolf: To your bare ass.

Vincent: Is this necessary?

The Wolf: Yes. You know what you guys look like?

Jules: What?

The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head!

[to Jimmie]

The Wolf: Now Jimmie, hand them the soap.

[Jimmie gives Jules and Vincent each a bar of soap]

The Wolf: Well, now I'm sure you've all been to county.

[sprays them both with hose]

[Butch comes up beside Vincent at the bar]

Butch: You lookin at something, friend?

Vincent: You ain't my friend, Palooka.

Butch: What's that?

Vincent: I think you heard me just fine, Punchy.

Jules: Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open.

Vincent: What the fuck does that mean?

Jules: It means, that's it for me. From here on in you can consider my ass retired.

Vincent: Jesus Christ.

Jules: Don't blaspheme.

Vincent: Goddamn.

Jules: I said don't do that!

Jules: Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules: Tell him, Vincent.

Vincent: Royale with cheese.

Jules: Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherfucker.

Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.

Jules: You remember Antoine Roccamora, half black, half Samoan, used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?

Vincent: Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?

Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem. What's the nigger gonna do? He's Samoan.

Paul: So, I hear you're taking Mia out.

Vincent: At Marsellus's request.

Paul: You met Mia yet?

Vincent: No.

[Jules and Paul laugh]

Vincent: What's so fucking funny?

Jules: I gotta piss.

[exits]

Vincent: Look, I'm not stupid. It's the Big Man's wife. I'm gonna sit across from her, chew my food with my mouth closed, laugh at her fucking jokes, and that's it.

Vincent: [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

Vincent: That's the Marilyn Monroe section that's Mamie Van Doren... I don't see Jayne Mansfield, she must have the night off or something.

Vincent: [parks car outside a West Hollywood restaurant] What the fuck is this place?

Mia: This is "Jack Rabbit Slim's". An Elvis man should love it.

Vincent: Come on, Mia. Let's go and get a steak.

Mia: You can get a steak here daddy-o. Don't be a...

[Mia draws a rectangle in the air, though it's meant to be a "square"]

Vincent: Oh after you, Kitty Kat.

Lance: [handing Vincent the needle] Here, I'll tell you what to do.

Vincent: No no no no man, man I ain't giving her... You... you, you're gonna give her the shot...

Lance: No, you're gonna give her the shot...

Vincent: I ain't givin' her the shot...

Lance: Well, I ain't givin' her the shot!

Vincent: I never done this before!

Lance: Yeah, I ain't ever done it before either, alright? I ain't starting now! Look, you brought her here, and that means that you're giving her the shot. The day that I bring an OD-ing bitch over to your house, then I give her the shot. Give her the shot.

Vincent: [taking the needle] Give it to me.

Jody: [handing him the marker] Here.

Vincent: [Taking the marker] Gimme that.

Lance: Still got your Malibu?

Vincent: Aw, man. You know what some fucker did the other day?

Lance: What?

Vincent: Fucking keyed it.

Lance: Oh, man, that's fucked up.

Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some dickless piece of shit fucked with it.

Lance: They should be fucking killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution.

Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it.

Lance: What a fucker!

Vincent: What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle.

Lance: You don't do it.

Vincent: It's just against the rules.

The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?

Vincent: Redondo Beach.

Jules: Inglewood.

The Wolf: In your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the sticks, gentlemen.

[last lines]

Vincent: I think we should be leaving now.

Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Jules: So, tell me again about the hashbars?

Vincent: Okay, what you wanna know?

Jules: Hash is legal there in Amsterdam, right?

Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't just walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffing away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places.

Jules: And those are hashbars?

Vincent: Yeah. It breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's still illegal to carry it around, but that doesn't really matter 'cause... get a load of this: if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have.

Jules: [laughing] I'm going, that's all there is to it, I'm fuckin' going.

Vincent: Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most.

Vincent: [Lance is looking for a medical book] Hurry up, Lance! We're losing her!

Lance: I'm lookin' as fast as I can!

Jody: [to Vincent] What's he looking for?

Vincent: I dunno. Some book.

Jody: [to Lance] What're you looking for?

Lance: A little black medical book!

Jody: What're you looking for?

Lance: A little black fuckin' medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses.

Jody: I never saw no medical book.

Lance: Trust me, I have one.

Jody: Well, if it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot?

Lance: I DON'T KNOW! STOP BOTHERING ME!

Jody: Listen, while you're looking for it, that girl's gonna die on our carpet! You're never gonna find anything in this mess!

Lance: I'm gonna fuckin' kill you IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!

Vincent: [from the other room] STOP ARGUING AND GET IN HERE!

Trudi: You know how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they?

Jody: Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercings, sixteen places on my body, all of them done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple on my left breast, one through my right nostril, one through my left eyebrow, one in my lip, one in my clit... and I wear a stud in my tongue.

Vincent: Excuse me, but I was just wondering... why do you wear a stud in your tongue?

Jody: It's a sex thing. It helps fellatio.

Lance: Don Vincenzo. Step into my office?

Mia: Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?

Vincent: We're lucky we got anything at all. I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter.

Jules: I don't know why, I just thought he'd be European or something because he...

Vincent: Yeah, man, he's about as European as fuckin' English Bob.

Vincent: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.

Lance: You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house!

Vincent: This fucked-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife! Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? Do you? If she croaks on me, I'm a fuckin' greasespot!

Jules: You know the shows on TV?

Vincent: I don't watch TV.

Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?

Jules: I'll just walk the earth.

Vincent: What'cha mean walk the earth?

Jules: You know, walk the earth, meet people... get into adventures. Like Caine from "Kung Fu."

Vincent: I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak, and a vanilla Coke.

Buddy Holly: How would you like that? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?

Vincent: Bloody as hell.

The Wolf: Now boys, listen up. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?

Jules: Don't do shit unless.

The Wolf: Unless what?

Jules: Unless you do it first.

The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?

Vincent: Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don't know why, and now you're helping us out of the situation. I'm cool with it, all right?

The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.

Vincent: I promise I won't laugh.

Mia: That's what I'm afraid of, Vincent.

Jody: [seeing Mia on the floor] Who's she?

Lance: Look, go to the fridge and get the thing with the O.D. adrenalin shot.

Jody: What's wrong with her?

Vincent: She's O.D.ing!

Jody: Get her the hell outta her!

Lance, Vincent: GET THE SHOT!

Jody: Fuck you! Fuck you, too!

Vincent: What a fuckin' bitch!

Lance: You just keep talking to her, all right? She's getting the shot, I'm gonna get my little black medical book.

Vincent: What the fuck do you need a medical book for?

Lance: I've never had to give an adrenalin shot.

Vincent: You never give an adrenalin shot?

Lance: I've never had to, all right! I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers! My friends can handle their highs!

Vincent: GET THE SHOT!

Marvin: [cowering and shivering in the corner after seeing Brett get shot down by Jules and Vincent] Oh, fuck! I'm fucked. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Vincent: Is he a friend of yours?

Jules: Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.

Vincent: [as Marvin continues crying and carrying on] Better tell him to shut the fuck up. He's gettin' on my nerves!

Jules: Marvin? Marvin... MARVIN!

[Marvin looks up]

Jules: I'd knock that shit off if I was you.

Vincent: Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here?

Lance: Hey, mi casa su casa.

Vincent: Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.

Lance: Am I a nigger? Are we in Inglewood? No... You're in my home. White people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi challenge with that Amsterdam shit, any day of the fuckin' week.

Vincent: That's a bold statement.

Lance: This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a sellers market. Coke is fucking dead as... dead. Heroin, it's coming back in a big fucking way.

Vincent: Get her the shot!

Lance: I will if you let me.

Vincent: I ain't fuckin' stopping you!

Lance: Well, then quit talking to me, talk to her.

Vincent: Get the shot!

Vincent: [TV Version] Go home, cool off, and that's all you got to do.

[after Mia has her overdose]

Vincent: Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!

Vincent: If you'll excuse me, I gotta go home and have a heart attack.

[Deleted scene]

Mia: In conversation, do you listen or wait to talk?

Vincent: I have to admit that I wait to talk, but I'm trying harder to listen.

Vincent: Max, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy.

Max: Well, who was he?

Vincent: What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?

Max: Yes, I know Rwanda.

Vincent: Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max?

Max: What?

Vincent: Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit.

Max: Man, I don't know any Rwandans.

Vincent: You don't know the guy in the trunk, either.

Vincent: Look in the mirror. Paper towels, clean cab. Limo company some day. How much you got saved?

Max: That ain't any of your business.

Vincent: Someday? Someday my dream will come? One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn't happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can't even call that girl. What the fuck are you still doing driving a cab?

[last lines]

Vincent: A guy gets on the MTA here L.A. and dies. Think anybody'll notice?

Vincent: Get with it. Millions of galaxies of hundreds of millions of stars, in a speck on one in a blink. That's us, lost in space. The cop, you, me... Who notices?

Vincent: Take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.

Vincent: Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.

Max: I Ching? What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window.

Vincent: I didn't throw him. He *fell*

Max: Well what did he do to you?

Vincent: What?

Max: What did he do to *you*?

Vincent: Nothing. I only met him tonight.

Max: You just met him once and you killed him like that?

Vincent: What? I should only kill people after I get to know them?

Vincent: They project onto you their flaws, what they don't like about themselves. I had a father like that.

Max: Mothers are worse.

Vincent: Wouldn't know. My mother died before I remember her.

Max: What about your father?

Vincent: Hated everything I did. Got drunk, beat me up. In and out of foster homes, that kinda thing.

Max: And then?

Vincent: I killed him. I was twelve.

[pauses, then laughs]

Vincent: I'm kidding. He died of liver disease.

Max: Well, I'm sorry.

Vincent: No, you're not.

Max: I can't drive you around while you're killing folks. It ain't my job!

Vincent: Tonight it is.

Vincent: There's no good reason, there's no bad reason to live or to die.

Max: Then what are you?

Vincent: I'm indifferent.

[after Vincent and Max load a corpse into the cab's trunk]

Vincent: Lets go.

Max: Hey, why don't you just take the cab?

Vincent: Take the cab?

Max: Yeah, you take it. I'll - I'll chill. I'll - I'll just chill. They don't even know who's driving these things half the time anyway. They never check or anything. Okay... so... just - just take it. You, me...

Vincent: You promise not to tell anybody right?

Max: Yeah... yeah... yeah... promise.

Vincent: Get in the fucking car.

Max: Hey.

[stuttering]

Max: He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherfucking cab. Shit. I think he's dead.

Vincent: Good guess.

Max: You killed him?

Vincent: No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him.

Max: First time in L.A.?

Vincent: No. Tell you the truth, whenever I'm here I can't wait to leave. It's too sprawled out, disconnected. You know? That's me. You like it?

Max: It's my home.

Vincent: 17 million people. This was a country, it'd be the fifth biggest economy in the world and nobody knows each other. I read about this guy, gets on the MTA here, dies.

Max: Oh.

Vincent: Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.

Vincent: Yo, homey! That my briefcase?

[after Max crashes the cab]

Vincent: Well, that was brilliant...

Vincent: Max, I do this for a living!

Vincent: Most people - same job, same gig, doing the same thing 10 years from now. Us, we don't know what we are doing 10 minutes from now.

Max: You're full of shit.

Vincent: I'm full of shit? You're a monument of it. You even bullshitted yourself, all I am is taking out the garbage, killing bad people.

Max: Yeah, well that's what you said.

Vincent: You believed me?

Max: Then what'd they do?

Vincent: How do I know, you know? They all got that 'witness for the prosecution' look to me. Probably some major federal indictment of somebody who majorly does not want to get indicted.

Vincent: [Visiting Ida] Hey! Flowers?

Max: It's a waste of money. Won't mean a thing to her.

Vincent: [Staring him down] She carried you in her womb for nine months. People buy flowers. Buy flowers.

Max: I'm not taking you to see my mother.

Vincent: Since when was any of this negotiable?

Vincent: You're alive. I saved you. Do I get any thanks? No. All you can do is clam up. You wanna talk? Tell me to fuck off?

Max: Fuck off.

Daniel: Just when I thought you were a cool guy.

Vincent: I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.

[warning Max when two policemen have them pulled over]

Vincent: If you open that trunk, they go inside.

[Max is on the radio dispatch with his boss, Lenny]

Max: Yeah, Lenny, what's up? It's me.

Lenny: Just got off the phone with the cops. Desk sergeant called to check if you brought the cab in?

Max: Yeah, so?

Lenny: So, aside from I hate talking to cops, they tell me you crashed the goddamn cab?

Max: No, no, I got crashed into. I didn't...

Lenny: Do I care what, where, why? You're paying.

[Vincent is trying to think of what Max should say next]

Vincent: [to Max] It was an accident. You're not liable.

Max: It was an accident. I'm not liable.

Lenny: Bullshit. I'm making you liable. It's coming out of your goddamn pocket.

Vincent: [to Max] You tell him to stick this cab up his fat ass.

Max: I can't do that, that's my boss.

Vincent: So?

Max: I need my job.

Vincent: No, you don't.

Vincent: Someday my dream will come. One night you'll wake up and you'll discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you and it never will. Suddenly you are old, didn't happened and it never will, 'cause you were never going to do it anyway.

Vincent: [after the nightclub shootout] Only thing that didn't show up is the Polish cavalry.

Max: Why didn't you just kill me and get another cab driver?

Vincent: Cause you're good. We're in this together. Fates intertwined. Cosmic Coincidence.

[preparing to impersonate Vincent and meet with his bosses]

Max: How long have you been doing this? In case anyone asks?

Vincent: Private sector? Six years.

Max: Uh... you get health benefits? Pension...?

Vincent: No, and no paid vacation. Quit stalling, and get in there.

Vincent: You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be.

[over the dispatch system]

Lenny: Still there? I'm talking to you. Max. Max!

Vincent: He's not paying you a damn thing.

Lenny: Who the hell is this?

Vincent: Albert Ricardo, Assistant U.S. Attorney, a passenger in this cab, and I'm reporting you to the D.M.V.

Lenny: Let's not, oh, let's not get excited.

Vincent: Not get excited? How am I supposed to not get excited? Listen, you try to extort a working man. You know goddamn well your collision policy and general liability umbrella will cover the damages. And what are you trying to pull, you sarcastic prick?

Lenny: Look, I was just trying to...

Vincent: Tell it to him.

[to Max]

Vincent: Tell him he's an asshole. Go ahead.

Max: [to Lenny] You're an asshole.

Vincent: Tell him he pulls this shit again, you're gonna stick this yellow cab up his fat ass.

Max: [to Lenny] And, and next time you pull any shit, I'm gonna... I'm gonna have to stick this yellow cab up... up your fat ass.

Vincent: Limos, huh?

Max: Don't start.

Vincent: Hey, I'm not the one lying to my mother.

Max: She hears what she wants to hear. I don't disillusion her.

Vincent: Yeah, right. Maybe she hears what you tell her.

Max: Whatever I tell her is never good enough anyway. It's always been that way. So whats at El Rodeo?

Vincent: Just drive.

Vincent: They project onto you their flaws. What they don't like about themselves, their lives, whatever. They rank on you instead.

Max: How do you know?"

Vincent: Lady Macbeth. Leave the seats. The light's green. We're sitting here.

Max: [a car horn honks behind Max. The car whips around them to get through the intersection] Asshole!

Vincent: You no longer have the cleanest cab in La-La Land. You gotta live with that. Focus on the job. Drive.

Vincent: [to Max when pulled over by police] Don't get me cornered. You don't have the trunk space.

Vincent: You got ten minutes. 10:01? I drive the cab to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town, and don't pretend indifference.

Max: I can't do this.

Vincent: What's your name?

Max: Max.

Vincent: Max. I'm Vincent.

[first lines]

Vincent: You OK?

Airport Man: Yeah, I'm fine mate, don't worry about it.

Vincent: Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max, Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.

Vincent: [pulls a gun on Max] Red light, Max.

Max: [In the dark] Let her go.

Vincent: Max? Why? What are you gonna do about it?

[He gets shot]

Max: What's with you, man?

Vincent: As in?

Max: As in, if somebody had a gun to your head and said, "You gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What is he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you? Because they would have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low.

Vincent: [Max and Vincent have pulled up outside El Rodeo, an LA nightclub] Give me your wallet. Come on.

Max: Give you my wallet. For what?

Vincent: I'll hold it for you in case the people inside search you.

Max: Who's searching?

Vincent: The people inside. Go in, ask for Felix. He's expecting you.

Max: Felix?

Vincent: Yeah.

Max: What does he look like?

Vincent: I don't know. I've never met him.

Max: Who is he?

Vincent: He's connected to the guys who hired me.

Max: I don't get it.

Vincent: You destroyed my workups. Number Four is due. What'd you think? The night's over? Called on account of rain? You go in there. Say you're me. Score the backups. They'll be on flash drive or CD.

Max: Me? How come you don't go?

Vincent: I don't meet people. Risk management. Anonymity. I protect mine. You're not gonna' screw that up. I got a contract with they're bosses. These guys don't get to meet me. They don't know what I look like.

Max: [hesitating] If I don't pull it off, then...

Vincent: They will kill you. Now, you've got ten minutes. At 10:01 I drive to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town. And don't pretend indifference.

Max: I can't do this. I can't.

Vincent: What are you talking about? Sure you can, man. Come on. Hey! Hey!

Max: Look, man. If I do this, I'm just gonna end up getting other people killed.

Vincent: Out of options, Max. Just take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.

Max: How long have you been doing this?

Vincent: Why?

Max: Just in case they ask.

Vincent: Private sector, six years.

Max: Okay. All right. Six years. You get benefits? Or, you know, like insurance? Pension?

Vincent: No, no paid sick leave. Quit stalling. Get out of the cab.

Vincent: [to his mother] Cunt

Vincent: They wanted me to set you up, you and Joey. But these greaseballs don't know us guys from 10th and Wolf.

Tommy: Vincent, slow down. Eating doesn't make you taller... it makes you fat.

Vincent: Go fuck your hand.

Tommy: Go get us a pack of smokes, will you?

Vincent: What am I, your bitch?

Tommy: [hands him some money] I'm buying.

Vincent: [gets up] Watch my purse.

Vincent: I hope you all know that we're all going to hell

Vincent: You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.

[last lines]

Vincent: [voiceover] For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I'm suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I'm not leaving... maybe I'm going home.

Vincent: What's this?

Dr. Lamar: New policy, what's the matter? Flight got you nervous.

Vincent: Nope, there's a problem Lamar...

Dr. Lamar: ...I still haven't told you about my son, have I? He's a big fan of yours...

Vincent: Just remember. I was as good as any, and better than most...

Dr. Lamar: ...He wants to apply here...

Vincent: ...I could've gone up and back and nobody would've been the wiser...

Dr. Lamar: ...unfortunately my son's not all that they promised. But then again, who knows what he could do.

[test reveals Vincent as invalid]

Dr. Lamar: For future reference, right-handed men don't hold it with their left. Just one of those things.

[Lamar hits button revealing Jerome's valid i.d]

Vincent: [Vincent stares into Lamar's eyes, hesitating]

Dr. Lamar: You're gonna miss your flight, Vincent.

Vincent: I don't know how to thank you.

Jerome: No, no. I got the better end of the deal. I only lent you my body. You lent me your dream.

Anton Freeman: Vincent! How are you doing this Vincent? How have you done any of this? We have to go back.

Vincent: It's too late for that. We're closer to the other side.

Anton Freeman: What other side? You wanna drown us both?

Vincent: You wanna know how I did it? This is how I did it Anton. I never saved anything for the swim back.

Vincent: There's no gene for fate.

[Irene has discovered Vincent's secret]

Irene: I don't even know who you are.

Vincent: I'm the same person I was yesterday.

Irene: I can't hear any more of your lies Jerome...

Vincent: My name is Vincent, all right? Vincent Anton Freeman, and I'm a "faith birth" or a "de-gene-erate", whatever you want to call it; but I am NOT a murderer!

Vincent: You're a "God-child"?

Vincent: [takes Irene's hand and places over his heart] But we do have one thing in common, only I don't have twenty or thirty years left in mine. Mine is already ten thousand beats overdue.

Irene: It's not possible.

Vincent: You are the authority on what is not possible, aren't you Irene? They've got you looking for any flaw, that after a while that's all you see. For what it's worth, I'm here to tell you that it is possible. It is possible.

Vincent: How the hell did you get up here?

Jerome: Oh, I could always walk... I've been faking it.

Vincent: I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it.

Vincent: It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.

Vincent: They used to say that a child conceived in love has a greater chance of happiness. They don't say that anymore.

Vincent: There's more vodka in this piss than there is piss.

[Vincent is looking at the 12-fingered pianist]

Irene: You didn't know?

Vincent: Oh, I knew.

Irene: It's amazing, isn't it?

Vincent: Twelve fingers or one, it's how you play

Irene: That piece can only be played with twelve.

Vincent: Is the only way you can succeed is to see me fail?

[Scene of a beach at sunset]

Vincent: [narrating] I was conceived in the Riviera.

[Camera pans down to reveal Vincent's parents beginning to make love in the back of a Buick Riviera parked by the beach]

Vincent: Not the French Riviera, the Detroit variety.

[During his transformation into "Jerome"]

German: There's still the matter of your height.

Vincent: How tall are you?

Jerome: 4'6"

Vincent: I meant before your accident.

Vincent: A year is a long time.

Irene: Not so long. Just once around the sun.

Vincent: They think I killed the mission director.

Jerome: What makes you think that?

Vincent: They found my eye lash.

Jerome: Where?

Vincent: In the corridor.

Jerome: Ah well it could be worse. They could have found it in your eye.

Vincent: Blood has no nationality

[Vincent is applying for employment at Gattaca. He has supplied a urine sample for analysis. When Dr. Lamar puts the sample into a genetic analyzer, the machine identifies it as "VALID", "MORROW, JEROME", "011010100-09564"]

Dr. Lamar: Congratulations.

Vincent: Well, what about the interview?

Dr. Lamar: That was it.

[first lines]

Director Josef: You keep your work station so clean, Jerome.

Vincent: It's next to godliness. Isn't that what they say?

Director Josef: Godliness. I reviewed your flight plan. Not one error in a million keystrokes. Phenomenal. It's right that someone like you is taking us to Titan.

Vincent: Has the committee approved the mission? There's been talk of delay.

Director Josef: You shouldn't listen to talk. You leave in a week. You've got a substance test.

Irene: How many launches are there each day, Vincent? A dozen?

Vincent: Sometimes more.

Irene: You're the only one that watches all of them. If you're going to pretend like you don't care, don't look up.

Irene: I have this crazy idea you're more interested in the murder case than me.

Vincent: You're right. That's crazy.

Vincent: [narrating] I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we now have discrimination down to a science.

Caesar: Don't clean the glass too well.

Vincent: Why's that?

Caesar: You might get ideas.

Vincent: We shed 500 million cells a day.

Vincent: He had everything except desire.

Vincent: I'm sorry, the wind caught it...

[Anton confronts Vincent at Gattaca Aerospace]

Vincent: What are you doing here, Anton?

Anton Freeman: I should ask *you* that question. I have a right to be here. You don't.

Vincent: Heh! You almost sound as if you believe that. I committed no murder. You must be disappointed.

Anton Freeman: You've committed *fraud*. Listen, you're in a lot of trouble, Vincent. I can get you out of here...

Vincent: Do you have any idea what it took to get IN here?

Vincent: I can't go anywhere without seeing my own face. They'll recognize me.

Jerome: They won't recognize you.

Vincent: They'll recognize me.

Jerome: I don't recognize you.

Vincent: I'll never understand what possessed my mother to put her faith in God's hands, rather than her local geneticist.

Dr. Lamar: You go up next week. Please tell me you're the least bit excited.

Vincent: I'll tell you at the end of the week

Vincent: [after Vincent's genetic test] What about the interview?

Dr. Lamar: That was it.

Vincent: No, there's truly nothing remarkable about the progress of Jerome Morrow...

Vincent: Except that I am *not* Jerome Morrow.

Dr. Lamar: Jerome, never shy, pisses on command. Beautiful piece of equipment you've got there, Jerome. I ever told you that?

Vincent: Only every time I'm in here.

Dr. Lamar: Occupational hazard. I see a great many on the course of any given day. Yours just happens to be an exceptional example. Don't know why my folks didn't order one like that for me.

German: You serious about this? I hope you're not wasting my time.

Vincent: No, I... I'd give 100 percent.

German: That'll get you half way there.

Vincent: I used to think if I killed somebody I would want to go to the cemetery and apologize. That's not really what guilt is though. Guilt's a feeling you have towards people who are living. It's like everyday you're out there shaking hands, talking. But you, the guilty person, you know that it's all unreal. It's like guilt is this secret inside of you that destroys the fabric of everything, and then everything's unreal. You can't even have a life. But it's not necessary for it to destroy you. You just have to face it.

Roseanne: You're such a weirdo. I don't even know why I listen to you.

Vincent: Because your heart knows I can see it.

Vincent: Roseanne was pretty, and she had money, and she worked hard to be liked, but that didn't mean that guys like me could talk to her.

[when being grabed by Jimmy]

Vincent: Don't touch me unless you love me.

Vincent: Do you want to know why we left New York?

Roseanne: [just looks at him]

Vincent: I robbed this old lady who lived next door to us.

Roseanne: You did?

Vincent: Yeah. Smashed up a bunch of stuff, got caught. They said I was walking the halls like a damaged little fucker.

[laughs]

Roseanne: I think you still are.

[Vincent takes a picture of the class pledging allegence]

Teacher: What the hell are you doing, Vincent?

Vincent: I wanted to get a picture of what it looks like.

Teacher: What what looks like?

Vincent: People pledging allegence.

[Class laughs]

Roseanne: What's wrong with you? Why are you always giving people a reason to laugh at you?

Vincent: I'm sorry, was I not fitting in?

Vincent's Mom: How's school?

Vincent: [peeling carrots with knife] I love it. If they had it at night, I'd never leave.

Vincent's Mom: You know, it's going to be so interesting to see what you're like when you get out of this gloomy stage.

[Vincent smiles and stabs the table with the knife]

Vincent: [ignites a flare, seeing an array of mutilated corpses and mutants] We're in hell!

Vincent: [looks at Jason's body] This the guy that's been leaving the wet stuff?

Officer Jamison: Yeah. This time he got seven kids and three bikers. This time they got him.

Vincent: All dead. Some emergency.

Vincent: Is this your last?

Axel: Got one more over there. A real cute girl.

Vincent: Was.

Axel: [looks at the body] She still is. All you gotta do is go over there and take off...

Vincent: Nice talk, real nice talk. I get the top copy.

Kenia: [Kenia has just walked in after Jenna finished having sex with Vincent and Sara with Bridget] You guys are a bunch of slut monkeys!

Vincent: Heard of knocking?

Kenia: Porter has already left. Kyle and Claire are probably waiting for us on the mountain. My car leaves in five minutes whether you guys wanna be in it or not.

Sara: Why don't you just relax and jump under the covers for a bit?

Kenia: I don't think Bridget would appreciate that very much.

Bridget: I don't really mind.

Vincent: I don't mind either.

Jenna: Hey!

Vincent: Just kidding.

Kenia: Five minutes, you rabbits.

Vincent: So, Miss Perrin, how long have you been having these reocurring nightmares?

Kenia: Well, it all started when I was twelve. I-I felt this presence in my room at night...

Vincent: Was this about the time of your first period?

Kenia: You're a fucking pervert, you know that?

Vincent: What should I say? Remember what Woody Allen said? A relationship is like a shark. It has to move constantly or it dies.

Samuel Pang: Did Allen Tam the singer say that? He only said: "What a trap, and why me, why me". Bullshit!

Vincent: You've no idea how many guys want to die... Most can't manage it. but they're obsessed by it. Know what they want? Someone to help them. Someone to give them the little push they need... That's what they want... A little push.