Don't you hate that?
 

-What?

-Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

-I don't know. That's a good question.

-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.

Amos and Andy? Or Lewis and Martin?

Tony Nockamura, Half Black Half Samoan. Used to call him Tony Rocky Horror.

Isn't that from Pulp Fiction?

Who's motorcycle is this?

It's a chopper.

Who's Chopper is this?

Zed's.

Who's Zed?

Zed's dead baby. Zed's Dead.

Which one's Trudy? The one with all that shit in her face?

No. That's Jody. That's my wife.

Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
Butch: No, retard, from the fight.

Only thing Antoine ever touched of mine was my hand when he shook it… at my wedding. […] Truth is, nobody knows why Marsellus threw Tony out of that fourth-story window except Marsellus and Tony. When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle.

Do you see a sign in my front yard that says dead hahahahahaha storage? DO YOU SEE A SIGN THAT SAYS DEAD hahahahahaha STORAGE?

-no

IT ISN'T THERE BECAUSE STORING DEAD hahahahahahaS ISN'T MY FUCKING BUSINESS!

Don't call me that.

Fabby aaaaahhh faaaabby.y...

Stop that I hate that mongoloid voice.

nigga PLEAAAAAAASE

not a quote.. but a quick question.

Why was Mr. Wolf at a party in a tuxedo at 8 am? And if the party were so upper class that he needed a tuxedo, why was he using the phone in a bedroom?

quick answer: it was not the party which was upper class it is Mr. Wolf who is always upper class



now go and make me a coffee

A please would be nice.

-Come again?