Young Butch: This watch smells like shit.
Marcellus: Fuck me harder!
Vincent: Butch dude, your pop tarts have just popped.
Vincent: Dance? Course I know how to fucking dance. I’m Tony fucking Manero!
Lance: Drugs are bad for you.
Man: I don’t want to kill anybody either. But they’ll probably put us in a situation where it’s us or them. And if it’s not the gooks, it’s these old fucking Jews who’ve owned the store for fifteen fucking generations, you’ve got Grampa Irving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand. Try walking into one of those places with nothing but a phone, see how far you get.
Woman: So what then, day jobs?
Man: yes. the social security is better too.
Marcellus: lets put on YMCA and remember some good times I had.
Brett: No, I think YOU look like a bitch.
Brett: Ow you think thats TASTY? Why dont you have a taste of my dick, boney M.
Vince: Man, I think this bullet hole was there before you were shot at.
Hahahah all of these are fucking hilarious!!