The first time i watched pulp fiction i was amazed about how many one liners there were. I remember when i pulled a jules winnfield on my older sister (17) when i was 13.
Basically she was doing the whole ‘i can’t hear you’ trying to make me feel like an idiot, because well she is an older sister… i let her say ‘what’ twice before i got pissed… and then the rest of the conversation went something like this.
Me: “What country you from?!”
Sis: “what?” (but a more confused ‘what’)
Me: " ‘What’ ain’t no country I know! Do they speak English in "What?"
Me: "English-motherfucker-can-you-speak- it?“
Now what i didn’t tell you before is that my parents and my grandparents are there… so my nana gasps in horror and my mom has me by the ear dragging me to my room, my sister is absolutley distraught and my dad, (i caught a glimps of him when my mom twisted my ear in a way that it forced me to look over my shoulder) My dad (a 270 pound, 6’4” man) on the ground grabing his gut laughing so hard that he was crying.
I think thats when i started to love QT… i mean my dad took 5 minutes to get on his feet and then i could hear my mom, from my room, yelling at my dad asking him if he taught me that. So she made him come talk to me, and then my dad opened my door, sat on my bed… gave me a decent lecture partly about me watching Pulp Fiction without him, grabed my hand and we did or father, daughter fancy handshake. and then we went out and rented Reservoire dogs.
Needless to say… “English -motherfucker-do-you-speak-it?” is my all time favorite one liner in PF… it got me to love QT, it was the first time i told off my sister, and its my favorite moment i shared with my father.