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Vernoemd naar: Jules Winnfield en Vincent Vega uit Pulp Fiction
Want: Want: Als je vijf minuten rondstruint op deze site, zal het je niet ontgaan dat we fan zijn van filmklassiekers, tekenfilms, sport, anti-helden, Engelse oneliners en droge humor. Vergeef ons. Het zal je dan ook niet verbazen dat Pulp Fiction hoog in ons lijstje met favorieten staat. Pulp Fiction is een van Quentin Tarantino’s meesterwerken en met het maken van die film bevestigde Tarantino zijn status als ‘Meester van de dialoog’. Daar zouden we een heel verhaal over kunnen schrijven, maar liever geven we u hier een greep uit de prachtige gesprekken in die film. Gewoon, omdat het kan:
Jules: I’m sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What’s the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What? What? Wh – ?
Jules: “What” ain’t no country I’ve ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Jules: English, motherf*cker, do you speak it?
Brett: Yes! Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I’m sayin’!
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Jules: Say ‘what’ again. Say ‘what’ again, I dare you, I double dare you motherf*cker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Brett: H-H-He’s black… Jules: Go on! Brett: He’s bald…!
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Jules: [shoots Brett in the shoulder] DOES HE… LOOK… LIKE A BITCH?
Jules: Then why you tryin’ to f*ck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn’t…!
Jules: Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett! You tried to f*ck him.
Brett: [gasping] No, no…
Jules: But Marcellus Wallace don’t like to be f*cked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
Jules: I’m not giving you that money. I’m buying something from you. Wanna know what I’m buyin’ Ringo?
Jules: Your life. I’m givin’ you that money so I don’t have to kill your ass. You read the Bible?
Pumpkin: Not regularly.
Jules: There’s a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the 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 been sayin’ that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You’d be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherf*cker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin’ made me think twice. See, now I’m thinking: maybe it means you’re the evil man. And I’m the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here… he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. And I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.
Vincent: Want some bacon?
Jules: No man, I don’t eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain’t Jewish, I just don’t dig on swine, that’s all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ’cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherf*cker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eat nothin’ that ain’t got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.
Jules: I don’t eat dog either.
Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn’t go so far as to call a dog filthy but they’re definitely dirty. But, a dog’s got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: Well we’d have to be talkin’ about one charming motherf*ckin’ pig. I mean he’d have to be ten times more charmin’ than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I’m sayin’?
Vincent: “You know what the funniest thing about Europe is?”
Vincent: “It’s the little differences. I mean they got the same s**t over there that they got here, but it’s just – it’s just there it’s a little different.”
Vincent: “Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don’t mean just like in no paper cup, I’m talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald’s. And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?”
Jules: “They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?”
Vincent: “Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn’t know what the f**k a Quarter Pounder is.”
Jules: “What do they call it?”
Vincent: “They call it a Royale with Cheese.”
Jules: “Royale with Cheese.”
Vincent: “Thats right.”
Jules: “What do they call a Big Mac?”
Vincent: “A Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.”
Jules: “Le Big Mac.” [laughs] “What do they call a Whopper?”
Vincent: “I dunno, I didn’t go into Burger King. But, you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?”
Jules: “Now Yolanda, we’re not gonna do anything stupid, are we?”
Yolanda: “You don’t hurt him.”
Jules: “Nobody’s gonna hurt anybody. We’re gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what’s Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what’s Fonzie like?”
Yolanda: “He’s cool.”
Jules: “Correctamundo. And that’s what we’re gonna be. We’re gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I’m gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One… two… three.”
[Ringo sits down opposite Jules]
Yolanda: “All right, now you let him go.”
Jules: “Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when m**********rs get scared, that’s when m**********rs accidentally get shot.”
Yolanda: “You just know, you touch him, you die.”
Jules: “Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don’t want that. And you don’t want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn’t want that.”
Meesterlijk! en past daarom perfect bij deze schoen!