Pulp Fiction

Pulp Fiction is a 1994 American independent crime film written and directed by Quentin Tarantino from a story he conceived with Roger Avary. It tells four intertwining tales of crime and violence in Los Angeles, California. The film stars John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson, Bruce Willis, Tim Roth, Ving Rhames, and Uma Thurman. The title refers to the pulp magazines and hardboiled crime novels popular during the mid-20th century, known for their graphic violence and punchy dialogue. Tarantino wrote Pulp Fiction in 1992 and 1993, incorporating scenes that Avary originally wrote for True Romance (1993). Its plot occurs out of chronological order. The film is also self-referential from its opening moments, beginning with a title card that gives two dictionary definitions of "pulp". Considerable screen time is devoted to monologues and casual conversations with eclectic dialogue revealing each character's perspectives on several subjects, and the film features an ironic combination of humor and strong violence. TriStar Pictures reportedly turned down the script as "too demented". Miramax co-chairman Harvey Weinstein was enthralled, however, and the film became the first that Miramax fully financed. Pulp Fiction won the Palme d'Or at the 1994 Cannes Film Festival and was a major critical and commercial success. It was nominated for seven awards at the 67th Academy Awards, including Best Picture, and won Best Original Screenplay; Travolta, Jackson, and Thurman were nominated for Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Supporting Actress respectively. As a result of the film's success, Travolta's career was reinvigorated, and the previously unknown Jackson and Thurman became household names. The film's development, marketing, distribution, and profitability had a sweeping effect on independent cinema. Pulp Fiction is widely regarded as Tarantino's magnum opus, with particular praise for its screenwriting. The self-reflexivity, unconventional structure, and extensive homage and pastiche have led critics to describe it as a touchstone of postmodern film. It is often considered a cultural watershed, influencing films and other media that adopted elements of its style. The cast was also widely praised, with Travolta, Thurman, and Jackson earning high acclaim. In 2008, Entertainment Weekly named it the best film since 1983 and it has appeared on many critics' lists of the greatest films ever made. In 2013, Pulp Fiction was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".

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Forget it. It's too risky. I'm through doing that shit. You always say that. The same thing every time. "l'm through, never again, too dangerous." I know that's what I always say. I'm always right too. - You forget about it in a day or two. - The days of me forgetting are over. The days of me remembering have just begun. You know, when you go on like this, what you sound like? - I sound like a sensible fuckin' man. - You sound like a duck. - Quack, quack, quack. - Take heart, 'cause you're never gonna have to hear it again. Since I'm never gonna do it again, you're never gonna have to hear me quack. - After tonight? - Correct. I got all tonight to quack. - Can I get anyone more coffee? - Oh, yes!

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- Thank you. - You're welcome. I mean, the way it is now, you're takin' the same risk as when you rob a bank. Takin' more of a risk. Banks are easier. Federal banks ain't supposed to stop you in any way during a robbery. They're insured. Why should they give a fuck? I don't even need a gun in a Federal bank. Heard about this one bloke, he walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to a teller. The bloke on the other end says, "We got this guy's little girl. If you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her." - Did it work? - Fuckin' right it worked. That's what I'm talkin' about. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone. Not a pistol, not a shotgun, a fuckin' phone. - Cleans the place out. They don't lift a fuckin' finger. - Did they hurt the little girl? There probably never was a little girl. The point of the story isn't a little girl. The point of the story is they robbed a bank with a telephone. - You want to rob banks? - I'm not saying I wanna rob banks. I'm illustrating if we did, it'd be easier than what we've been doing. -No more liquor stores? -What've we been talkin' about? Yeah, no more liquor stores. Besides, it ain't the giggle it used to be. There's too many foreigners own liquor stores. Vietnamese, Koreans, don't even speak fuckin' English. You tell 'em empty out the register, they don't know what you're talkin' about. They make it too personal. - We keep on, one of these gook fuckers gonna make us kill him. - I'm not gonna kill anybody. I don't want to either. But they'll probably put us in a situation where it's us or them. And if it's not the gooks, it's these old fuckin' Jews who've owned the store for 15 fucking generations. You got Grandpa lrving sitting behind the counter with a fucking Magnum in his hand. Try walkin' into one of those places with nothing but a phone. See how far that gets you. Forget it. - We're out of it. - Well, what then, day jobs? - Not in this life. - What then?

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Gar�on, coffee! This place.

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Gar�on means boy.

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This place? A coffee shop? What's wrong with that? Nobody ever robs restaurants. Why not?

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Bars, liquor stores, gas stations; you get your head blown off stickin' up one of them. Restaurants, on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They're not expectin' to get robbed. Not as expectin' anyway. - I bet you could cut down on the hero factor in a place like this. - Correct. Same as banks, these places are insured. Manager. He don't give a fuck. They're just trying to get you out before you start pluggin' the diners. Waitresses. Fuckin' forget it. No way they're takin' a bullet for the register. Busboys. Some wetback gettin' paid $1.50 an hour... really give a fuck you're stealin' from the owner? Customers sittin' there with food in their mouths, they don't know what's goin' on. One minute, they're havin' a Denver omelet, the next, someone is stickin' a gun in their face. See, I got the idea the last liquor store we stuck up, remember? - All the customers kept comin' in. - Yeah. You got the idea of takin' their wallets. Now, that was a good idea. - Thank you. - Made more from the wallets than we did from the register. - Yes, we did. - A lot of people come to restaurants. - A lot of wallets. - Pretty smart, huh? Pretty smart.

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I'm ready. Let's do it. Right now, right here. - Come on. - All right. Same as last time, remember? You're crowd control. I'll handle the employees.

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- I love you, Pumpkin. - I love you, Honey Bunny.

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Everybody be cool! This is a robbery! Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfuckin' last one of you. and I'll execute every motherfuckin' last one of you. [ "Miserlou" ]

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[ Radio Dial Tuning ] [ "Jungle Boogie" ]

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- Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get it on - Jungle boogie - Get down with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get it on - Jungle boogie - Get up with the boogie - Jungle boogie - Get up with the get down - Jungle boogie - Get down and boogie - Jungle boogie - Shake it around - Okay, so tell me again about the hash bars. - Okay, what you want to know? - Hash is legal there, right? - It's legal, but it ain't 100% legal. You just can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. I mean, they want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. - Those are hash bars? - Yeah. It breaks down like this. It's legal to buy it. It's legal to own it. And if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but-but that doesn't matter, 'cause get a load of this. If you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. - I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have. - Oh, man! I'm goin'. That's all there is to it. I'm fuckin' goin'. I know, baby. You'd dig it the most. - But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is? - What? It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that they got here, - but it's just there, it's a little different. - Example. You can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like no paper cup. I'm talkin' about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer in McDonald's. You know what they call... a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in Paris? They don't call it a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese? They got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter-Pounder is. - What do they call it? - They call it a Royale with Cheese. - Royale with Cheese. - That's right. What do they call a Big Mac? Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac. [ Imitating French Accent ] Le Big Mac. [ Laughs ] - What do they call a Whopper? - I don't know. I didn't go into Burger King. - You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup? - What? - Mayonnaise. [ Chuckles ] - Goddamn! - I seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit. - Yuck.

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We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.

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- How many up there? - Three or four. - That's countin' our guy? - Not sure. - So that means that it could be up to five guys up there? - It's possible. We should have fuckin' shotguns. - What's her name? - Mia. - Mia. How did Marsellus and her meet? - I don't know. However people meet people. She used to be a actress. Oh, really? She do anything I'd have seen? - I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot. - Pilot? What's a pilot? - Well, you know the shows on TV? - I don't watch TV. Yeah, but you are aware that there is an invention called television, - and on this invention they show shows, right? - Yeah. The way they pick TV shows is they make one show. That show's called a pilot. Then they show that one show to the people who pick shows... and on the strength of that one show, they decide if they wanna make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programs. Some don't, become nothin'. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing. You remember Antwan Rockamora? Half-black, half-Samoan. Used to call him "Tony Rocky Horror." - Yeah, maybe. Fat, right? - I wouldn't go so far as to call the brother fat. I mean, he got a weight problem. What's a nigger gonna do? He's Samoan. - I think I know who you mean. What about him? - Marsellus fucked him up good. Word 'round the campfire is it was on account of Marsellus Wallace's wife. [ Elevator Bell Rings ]

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- So what he'd do? Fuck her? - No, no, no, no, no. Nothin' that bad. - Well, then what then? - He gave her a foot massage.

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A foot massage? - That's it? - Mm-hmm. Then what'd Marsellus do? Sent a couple cats over to his place. They took him out on his patio. Threw his ass over the balcony. Nigger fell four stories. He had a little garden down at the bottom enclosed in glass, like a greenhouse. Nigger fell through that. Since then, he kind of developed a speech impediment.

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- That's a damn shame. - Hmm.

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- But still, you play with matches, you get burned. - What do you mean? You don't be givin' Marsellus Wallace's new bride a foot massage. You don't think he overreacted? Antwan didn't expect Marsellus to react the way he did, but he had to expect a reaction. It was a foot massage. A foot massage is nothin'. I give my mother a foot massage. It's laying your hands in a familiar way on Marsellus's new wife. I mean, is it as bad as eatin' her pussy out? No, but it's the same fuckin' ballpark. Whoa, stop right there. Eatin' the bitch out... and givin' the bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fucking thing. - It's not. It's the same ballpark. - Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now, look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine. But touchin' his wife's feet and sticking your tongue in the holiest of holies... ain't the same fuckin' ballpark; it ain't the same league; it ain't the same fuckin' sport. - Foot massages don't mean shit! - Have you ever given a foot massage? [ Scoffs ] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. - I'm the foot fuckin' master. - You given a lot of them? Shit, yeah! Got my technique down and everything. I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Would you give a guy a foot massage?

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- Fuck you. - [ Chuckles ] - You give 'em a lot? - Fuck you. - You know, I'm kind of tired. I could use a foot massage. - Yo, yo, yo, man. You best back off. I'm gettin' a little pissed here.

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- This is the door. - Yeah, it is.

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What time you got? 7:22 in the a.m. No, it ain't quite time yet. Come on. Let's hang back.

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