John Travolta (back to the J list / T list)

Riley Hale: You're out of your mind.

Vic Deakins: Yeah. Ain't it cool?

Vic Deakins: Would you mind not shooting at the thermonuclear weapons?

Richard Stevens: I'm not your driver. I'm your partner.

Charlie Wax: Yeah, you're the chess player. I read your file.

Richard Stevens: You play?

Charlie Wax: Do I look like I play board games?

Charlie Wax: This motherfucker hates Americans so much, even though we saved his country's ass in not only one world war but two, he still won't let me through with my cans!

Sandy: My parents want to invite you over for tea on Sunday.

Danny: I don't like tea.

Sandy: [laughing] You don't have to drink tea.

Danny: I don't like parents.

Rizzo: Where are you goin'? To flog your log?

Danny: Much better than hanging around here with you dorks.

Danny: You can't just walk out of a drive-in.

Danny: Oh, bite the weenie, Riz.

Rizzo: With relish.

Danny: You're looking good, Riz.

Rizzo: Eat your heart out.

Danny: But sloppy seconds ain't my style.

Danny: Uh, I'm not very hungry; just gimme a double Polar Burger wit' everything and a cherry soda wit' chocolate ice cream.

Danny: You know, if we fix up this car, it could be make-out city, you know that.

Sonny: Right, the chick is gonna have to put out before she even gets in.

Jules Winnfield: You know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules Winnfield: Tell 'em, Vincent.

Vincent Vega: Royale with cheese.

Jules Winnfield: Royale with Cheese. Ya know why they call them that?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules Winnfield: Check out the big brain on Brett!

Lance: But she's got breast plates. So what you got to do, you got to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.

[Makes three stabbing motions with hand.]

Vincent Vega: I gotta stab her three times?

Vincent Vega: Oh god! I accidentally shot Marvin in the face.

The Wolf: Strip.

Jules: All the way?

The Wolf: To your bare ass.

Vincent: Is this necessary?

The Wolf: You know what you guys look like?

Jules: What?

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

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: 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.

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!

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

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