a movie that u haven't officially lived until you've seen it. what i love about it, is how it can go from being very calm to people gettin shot and shit.
what country are u from?
what?
what aint no country i ever heard of.. do they speak english in what?
what?
english mother fucker do u speak it!
~one of the best scenes
what?
what aint no country i ever heard of.. do they speak english in what?
what?
english mother fucker do u speak it!
~one of the best scenes
by bad ass mother fucker August 12, 2004
Identifying partially or entirely as a specific fictional character. it just means you see some characters so similar to yourself you identify with them at times, and prefer to go by that name. This is often accompanied with a slight shift of personality.
by EarphoneJack February 24, 2019
1. Fiction written by fans about an extant fictional universe.
2. Amateur fiction of any kind published in fanzines.
2. Amateur fiction of any kind published in fanzines.
He wrote a great piece of fan fiction set in the universe of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.
She had a piece of fan fiction published in THE CRUDZINE QUARTERLY.
She had a piece of fan fiction published in THE CRUDZINE QUARTERLY.
by The Doctor November 9, 2004
Pulp Fiction must be one of the greatest movies ever created to date. It is a fucking work of art. I watched this movie 50 times and I STILL get excited watching it.
Some of the cast are: Uma Thurman (I love her. Very hot woman), Samuel L. Jackson, John Travolta, Bruce Willis, just to name a few.
If you ask someone about Pulp Fiction and they tell you that they havent watched it/ or even worse, if they never heard of it, kick their ass and never talk to them again, beause they abvously know nothing.
This movie should be regarded as a step in human development and human history.
Watch it.
Some of the cast are: Uma Thurman (I love her. Very hot woman), Samuel L. Jackson, John Travolta, Bruce Willis, just to name a few.
If you ask someone about Pulp Fiction and they tell you that they havent watched it/ or even worse, if they never heard of it, kick their ass and never talk to them again, beause they abvously know nothing.
This movie should be regarded as a step in human development and human history.
Watch it.
From Pulp Fiction, the apartment scene:
Jules:*shot a kid* Oh Im sorry, did I break your concentration? I didnt mean to. Please, continue. You was saying something about 'best intentions'?.... Oh, you was finished! Well then allow me to retort- What does Marcellus wallace look like?
Brad:*shocked after seeing Jules shoot Brad's friend, breathing heavily* What?
Jules: *flips the table* What country are you from?!!!!
Brad::*shocked after seeing Jules shoot Brad's friend, breathing heavily* what?
Jules: 'What' aint no country I ever heard of!! Do they speak English in 'what"?!!!!
Brad::*shocked after seeing Jules shoot Brad's friend, breathing heavily*what?
Jules: English motherfucker, do you speak it!!!?!!!?
Brad:*breathing heavily* Yes!
Jules: Then you understand what Im saying right?!!?!?!
Brad:* breathing heavily* yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!!!!!!
Brad:*still shocked and breathing heavily and confused* w..ww..what?
Jules:*angry, rasing gun to brad's head* say 'what' again!!! say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say 'what' one more goddamn time!!!!!!!!! Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brad:*breathing heavily* He's.. he's.. he's black,
Jules: Go on!
Brad:*breathing heavily* he's.. he's.. he's bald,
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brad:*shocked and confused* What?
*Jules shoots brad in the shoulder*
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?!!!!
Brad: No!!!!!!!!!!
Jules: Then why are you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch Brad?
Brad:*crying* I didnt!
Jules: YES YOU DId!!!! Yes you DID Brad! *in a calm voice* And Marcellus Wallace dont like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
Jules:*shot a kid* Oh Im sorry, did I break your concentration? I didnt mean to. Please, continue. You was saying something about 'best intentions'?.... Oh, you was finished! Well then allow me to retort- What does Marcellus wallace look like?
Brad:*shocked after seeing Jules shoot Brad's friend, breathing heavily* What?
Jules: *flips the table* What country are you from?!!!!
Brad::*shocked after seeing Jules shoot Brad's friend, breathing heavily* what?
Jules: 'What' aint no country I ever heard of!! Do they speak English in 'what"?!!!!
Brad::*shocked after seeing Jules shoot Brad's friend, breathing heavily*what?
Jules: English motherfucker, do you speak it!!!?!!!?
Brad:*breathing heavily* Yes!
Jules: Then you understand what Im saying right?!!?!?!
Brad:* breathing heavily* yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!!!!!!
Brad:*still shocked and breathing heavily and confused* w..ww..what?
Jules:*angry, rasing gun to brad's head* say 'what' again!!! say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say 'what' one more goddamn time!!!!!!!!! Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brad:*breathing heavily* He's.. he's.. he's black,
Jules: Go on!
Brad:*breathing heavily* he's.. he's.. he's bald,
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brad:*shocked and confused* What?
*Jules shoots brad in the shoulder*
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?!!!!
Brad: No!!!!!!!!!!
Jules: Then why are you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch Brad?
Brad:*crying* I didnt!
Jules: YES YOU DId!!!! Yes you DID Brad! *in a calm voice* And Marcellus Wallace dont like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
by Pulp Fitcion is the best!! April 28, 2007
1. When a person is walking down the street with a whole bunch of fake jewlry huge pants and shirt is hood fiction
2. When a person thinks or acts and dresses like a gangster is hood fiction
3. when someone thinks they are just flat out cool is hood fiction
2. When a person thinks or acts and dresses like a gangster is hood fiction
3. when someone thinks they are just flat out cool is hood fiction
by Legendary925 May 3, 2007
Jojo's bizarre adventure is the best example of peak fiction.
Guy 1: Have you read Jojo
Guy 2: Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God!
Guy 1: Have you read Jojo
Guy 2: Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God!
Jojo is peak fiction
by Qual1ty March 14, 2022
The only movie-comedy-show that makes me laugh everytime i think about its quotes.
Either when I am angry and happy as I think about it, it always cracks me and cheers me up. It's faboulus.
Either when I am angry and happy as I think about it, it always cracks me and cheers me up. It's faboulus.
Some of the most underrated quotes are: (the one that make me laugh my ass out).
Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport.
Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen
Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: pause What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: pause No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Jimmie: I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.
The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?
Jimmie: Sure is.
The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
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 motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?
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 motherfucker. 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 motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'd better stop here!!!!! there are so many others!!!! Pulp fiction.
Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport.
Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen
Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: pause What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: pause No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Jimmie: I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced.
The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?
Jimmie: Sure is.
The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
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 motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
Jules: Look, just because I don't be givin' no man a foot massage don't make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwone into a glass motherfuckin' house, fuckin' up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass, 'cause I'll kill the motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?
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 motherfucker. 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 motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'd better stop here!!!!! there are so many others!!!! Pulp fiction.
by Marco 92 August 17, 2009