The Wedding Stinger

Part II: The Aftermath
Mia: Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you? 

Vincent: We're lucky we got anything at all.  I don't think Buddy Holly's much of a waiter. 

Mia: Don't you hate that? 

Vincent: What? 

Mia: Uncomfortable silences.  Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? 

Vincent: I don't know.  That's a good question. 

Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special.  When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Honeybunny: I love you, Pumpkin. 

Pumpkin: I love you too, Honeybunny. 

Pumpkin: Alright, everybody be cool, this is a robbery! 

Honeybunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya! 

Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke? 

Vincent: Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh. 

Mia: No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny.  But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it. 

Vincent: I can't wait. 

Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato.  Baby tomato starts lagging behind.  Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, "Catch up."

Jules: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet. 

Pumpkin: Which one is it? 

Jules: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker.

Jimmie: Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage? 

Jules: 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! 

Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED.  Now I wanna dance, I wanna win.  I want that trophy, so dance good.

Vincent: I think we should be leaving now. 

Jules: Yeah, that's probably a good idea. 

Butch: So we cool? 

Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this.  This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon To Be Living The Rest of His Short Ass Life In Agonizing Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business.  Two: You leave town tonight, right now.  And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone.  You lost all your L.A. privileges.  Deal? 

Butch: Deal. 

Marsellus: Get your ass out of here. 

Vincent: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup? 

Jules: What? 

Vincent: Mayonnaise. 

Jules: Goddamn. 

Vincent: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fucking drown 'em in that shit. 

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 enough sense enough to disregard its own faeces. 

Vincent: How about a dog?  Dogs eats its own feces. 

Jules: I don't eat dog either.

Jules: Uuummmm, this is a tasty burger.

Jules: Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with? 

Honeybunny: You want to rob banks? 

Pumpkin: I'm not saying I want to rob banks, I'm just illustrating that if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing. 

Honeybunny: No more liquor stores? 

Pumpkin: What have we been talking about?  Yeah, no more liquor stores.  Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be.

Zed: Bring out the Gimp. 

Maynard: But the Gimp's sleeping. 

Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?

Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it? 

Copyright 2005-2007 nuptualAle[x]... except the bits by Quentin Tarantino, of course.  All photos copyright Brei and Allen.
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