Harvey Keitel (back to the H list / K list)

Seth Gecko: So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherfucking servant of God?

Jacob Fuller: I'm a mean hm... hm... servant of God.

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.

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.

The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

The Wolf: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie?

Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.

Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.

Mr. White: If you shoot me in a dream you better wake up and apologise.

Joe: He was the only one I wasn't 100% on. I should have my fuckin' head examined, going on a plan like this when I wasn't 100%.

Mr. White: That's your proof?!

Joe: You don't need proof when you have instinct.

Mr. White: If you shoot this man, you die next. Repeat. If you shoot this man, you die next.

Mr. White: The choice between doing ten years and taking out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman.

Mr. White: You can't leave this guy with them.

Nice Guy Eddie: Why not?

Mr. White: Because he's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed off, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for putting me in the same room as that bastard!

Mr. Blonde: See what I've been putting up with, Eddie? I fucking walked in here, I told these guys about staying put. Mr. White whips out his gun, he's sticking it in my face, calling me a motherfucker, saying he's gonna blow me away and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Joe: Give me that book.

Mr. White: Are you gonna put it away?

Joe: I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.

Nice Guy Eddie: The chick got tired of him beatin' her so one night she walks in the guys bedroom and super glues his dick to his belly. Ambulance came and had to cut the prick loose.

Mr. White: Was he all pissed off?

Nice Guy Eddie: How would you feel if every time you had to take a piss you had to do a fuckin' hand stand?

Mr. Pink: For all I know, you're the rat.

Mr. White: For all I know you're the fucking rat!

Mr. Pink: All right, now you're using your fucking head!

Nice Guy Eddie: Alright, Mr. Fucking Compassion! I will call somebody!

Mr. White: Who?

Nice Guy Eddie: A fucking snakecharmer! What do you think? I'll call a doctor!

Mr. Pink: We still gotta get outta here.

Mr. Blonde: We're gonna sit here and wait.

Mr. White: For what, the cops?

Mr. Blonde: Nice Guy Eddie.

Mr. Pink: Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think he isn't on a plane half way to Costa Rica?

Mr. Blonde: 'Cause I talked to him and he said he was on his way down here.

Mr. White: You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?

Mr. Blonde: You didn't ask.

Mr. White: Hardy fuckin' har.