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( This spost is basicly a test, so lets see how it develops )

Pulp Fiction is together with Fight Club one of my favorite movies ever. While Fight Club is great from the hole concept / idea Pulp fiction has some other great aspects…. the dialogues.

Do you need some examples ?

Here they are:

Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we’re here? Why don’t you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid?
Marvin: It’s over there.
Jules: I don’t remember askin’ you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?
Roger: It’s in the cupboard. No, no, the one by your knees.
Jules: We happy? Vincent! We happy?
Vincent: Yeah, yeah, we happy.
Brett: I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name. I got your name, Vincent, right? But I didn’t get…
Jules: My name’s Pith. And your ass ain’t talkin’ your way out of this shit.
Brett: No, no, I just want you to know… I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never…
Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I’m sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What’s the matter? Oh, you were finished. Well then, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain’t no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Then you know what I’m sayin’!
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say what again. Say what again, motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

or this one:

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. Look, foot massages don’t mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don’t be tellin’ me about foot massages. I’m the foot fuckin’ master.
Vincent: Given a lot of ‘em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don’t be ticklin’ or nothin’.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: You know, I’m getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I’m gittin’ a little pissed here.

or:

The Wolf: Now boys, listen up. We’re going to a place called Monster Joe’s Truck and Tow. I’ll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?
Jules: Don’t do shit unless.
The Wolf: Unless what?
Jules: Unless you do it first.
The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin’ and janglin’?
Vincent: Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don’t know why, and now you’re helping us out of the situation. I’m cool with it, all right?
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.

or:

Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I’m pretty fuckin’ far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I’ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin’ niggers, who’ll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin’, hillbilly boy? I ain’t through with you by a damn sight. I’ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.

or even single quotes like:

The Wolf: That’s thirty minutes away. I’ll be there in ten.

If you need more quotes, follow those links:

Links:

• Pulp Fiction Quotes at IMDB
• Wikiquote about Pulp Fiction Dialogues

….realizing several people stumbled my blog via the following keywords: “Fight Club quotes”

Funny, guess thats related with this blog entry.

As i am a big fan myself, lets feed them…

Quotations from the movie Fight Club by David Fincher:

When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep, and you’re never really awake.

The things you own end up owning you. It’s only after you lose everything that you’re free to do anything.

Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic; it’s all going down, man.

I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.

How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.

We’re the middle children of history…. no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

Quotes from Palahniuk’s Book:

On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 2

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 2

This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 3

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 3

One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 3

And I wasn’t the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5

“If you don’t know what you want,” the doorman said, “you end up with a lot you don’t.” ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5

I just don’t want to die without a few scars. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

After a night in fight club, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down. Nothing can piss you off. Your word is law, and if other people break that law or question you, even that doesn’t piss you off. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

It used to be enough that when I came home angry and knowing that my life wasn’t toeing my five-year plan, I could clean my condominium or detail my car. Someday I’d be dead without a scar and there would be a really nice condo and car. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer…. Maybe self-destruction is the answer. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

You aren’t alive anywhere like you’re alive at fight club…. Fight club isn’t about winning or losing fights. Fight club isn’t about words. You see a guy come to fight club for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of white bread. You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood. This guy trusts himself to handle anything. There’s grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isn’t about looking good. There’s hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, and when you wake up Sunday afternoon you feel saved. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 6

“It’s only after you’ve lost everything,” Tyler says, “that you’re free to do anything.” ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 8

By this time next week, each guy on the Assault Committee has to pick a fight where he won’t come out a hero. And not in fight club. This is harder than it sounds. A man on the street will do anything not to fight. The idea is to take some Joe on the street who’s never been in a fight and recruit him. Let him experience winning for the first time in his life. Get him to explode. Give him permission to beat the crap out of you. You can take it. If you win, you screwed up. “What we have to do, people,” Tyler told the committee, “is remind these guys what kind of power they still have.” ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 16

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 16

I wanted to burn the Louvre. I’d do the Elgin Marbles with a sledgehammer and wipe my ass with the Mona Lisa. This is my world, now. This is my world, my world, and those ancient people are dead. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 16

We wanted to blast the world free of history…. picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 16

“Recycling and speed limits are bullshit,” Tyler said. “They’re like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.” ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 16

“Imagine,” Tyler said, “stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you’ll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles.” ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 16

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 17

…you’re not how much money you’ve got in the bank. You’re not your job. You’re not your family, and you’re not who you tell yourself.… You’re not your name.… You’re not your problems.… You’re not your age.… You are not your hopes. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 18

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived… and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 19

All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction. You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 19

We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 19

We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 19

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world…. I am the toxic waste by-product of God’s creation. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 23

…when deep-space exploitation ramps up, it will probably be the megatonic corporations that discover all the new planets and map them. The IBM Stellar Sphere. The Philip Morris Galaxy. Planet Denny’s. Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first. Budweiser World. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 23

Only in death are we no longer part of Project Mayhem. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 28

I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30

Links:

• IMDB Link
• Quotegarden link

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