Pulp Fiction 25th Anniversary

“Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?”


“- Don't you hate that?
- What?
- Uncomfortable silences.”

“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.”

“- If you're all right, then say something.
- Something…”

“Zed's dead, baby… Zed's dead…”