-== RESERVOIR DOGS ==-

Mr. Pink: Okay, first things fuckin' last!

Nice Guy Eddie: We got places all over the place.

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

Mr. White: I need you cool. Are you cool?
Mr. Pink: I'm cool.
Mr. White: Are you cool?
Mr. Pink: Yes, I'm fucking cool.

Mr. White: I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.

Mr. Blonde: I don't give a good fuck what you know or don't know, I'm going to torture you anyway.

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

Mr. Brown: O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the Great Escape, he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a virgin."

Mr. Pink: I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips, that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the governemnt shouldn't do that, I'll sign it, put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin' type, 'cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent you're in for a big fuckin' surprise.

Joe: All right ramblers, let's get rambling!

[Mr. Pink comes and sees that Mr. Orange is shot in the stomach]
Mr. Pink: Is it bad?
Mr. White: As opposed to good?

Mr. White: If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in.

Mr Brown: Mr. Brown? That sounds too much like Mr. Shit.
Joe Cabot: And you are Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe Cabot: Cause you're a faggot, ok?
Mr. Pink: How about I be Mr.Purple?
Joe: No, You can't be Mr. Purple.
Mr. Pink: Why not?
Joe: Someone on another job is Mr. Purple!
Mr. White: Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink: Oh yeah that's easy for you to say you've got a cool sounding name. How about we trade, OK? You're Mr. Pink.
Mr.White: Hardy fuckin' har.

[Mr. White and Mr. Pink are washing up after the robbery went sour, trying to figure out what happened]
Mr. Pink: You kill anybody?
Mr. White: A few cops.
Mr. Pink: No real people?
Mr. White: Just cops.

Mr. Pink: Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!

Mr. Blonde: If you're talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch!

Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?

Mr. Blonde: Gee, that was really exciting. I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan, aren't you?

Mr. White: You shoot me in a dream, you'd better wake up and apologize.

Mr. Blonde: All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you aren't going to get.

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.

Nice Guy Eddie: Hey look daddy, he goes in a white man, and comes out talking like a fucking nigger.

[Nice Guy Eddie asks if anyone knows what happened to Mr. Blue]
Mr. Blonde: Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him ... or they don't.