Pulp Fiction

I'm not giving you that money. I'm buying something with it.

Three tomatoes are walking down the street. Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato, and Baby Tomato. Baby Tomato starts lagging behind. Papa Tomato gets really angry, goes back and squishes him. Says: Ketchup.

Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you.

Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

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

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.

Personality goes a long way.

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.