Samuel L. Jackson (back to the S list / J list)

Frozone: Honey?

Honey: What?

Frozone: Where's my super suit?

Honey: What?

Frozone: Where is my super suit?

Honey: I uh - put it away.

Frozone: Where?

Honey: Why do you need to know?

Frozone: I need it!

Honey: Nuh uh! Don't you think about leaving to do some derrin' do! We've been planning this dinner for two months!

Frozone: The public is in danger!

Honey: My evening's in danger!

Frozone: You tell me where my suit is woman! This is for the greater good!

Honey: I am your wife! I am the greatest 'good' you are ever gonna get!

Bob Parr: Do you want to catch a robber?

Frozone: No. To tell you the truth, I'd rather go bowling. Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we're doing, just to shake things up.

Bob Parr: You can't run out of ice! I thought you could take the water out of the air!

Frozone: There IS no water in this air! What's your excuse, you've run out of muscle?

Bob Parr: I can't just go smashing through walls, the building getting weaker by the second, it's going to fall on top of us!

Frozone: I wanted to go bowling!

Nick Fury: Sir! I'm going to have to ask you to exit the donut!

P.K. Highsmith: Did someone call 9-1-holy shit!

P.K. Highsmith: Ay, ay, ay! If I wanna hear you talk, I'll shove my arm up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet!

Jules Winnfield: Ezekiel 25:17. 'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyrannies of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepards the weak through the valley of darkness. For he is truly his brothers' keeper and finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.' Now I've been saying that s*** for years, and if you've ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant, I just thought it was a cold blooded thing to say to a mother f***er before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some s*** this morning that made me think twice. Now I'm thinking it could mean you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here is the shepherd, protecting my righteous ass. Or maybe it means that you're the righteous man, and I'm the shepherd, and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that, but you see that s*** ain't the truth. The truth is, YOU'RE the weak, and I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd.

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!

Marsellus Wallace: Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the ifs.

Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggers out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly."

Marsellus Wallace: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly.

Jules: You sendin' the Wolf?

Marsellus Wallace: Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?

Jules: Shit, yeah, negro. That's all you had to say.

Jules Winnfield: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: What country you from?

Brett: What?

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

Brett: What?

Jules Winnfield: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?

Brett: Yes.

Jules Winnfield: Then you know what I'm saying.

Brett: Yes.

Jules Winnfield: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like.

Brett: What, I-?

Jules Winnfield: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.

Brett: He's b-b-black.

Jules Winnfield: Go on.

Brett: He's bald.

Jules Winnfield: Does he look like a bitch?

Brett: What?

[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder.]

Jules Winnfield: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?

Brett: No.

Jules Winnfield: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?

Brett: I didn't.

Jules Winnfield: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fuuced by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.

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.

Neville Flynn: Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!

Mace Windu: You are under arrest, Chancellor.

Senator Palpatine: Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?