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Quotes of Movie: Kill Bill
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The Bride: [screams] Where's Bill? [slam] The Bride: Where's Bill? [slam] Buck: [weakly] Please stop hitting me... The Bride: WHERE'S BILL? [slam] Buck: I-I don't know who Bill is! The Bride: BULLSHIT! [another slam; then she notices the words "BUCK" and "FUCK" tattooed on his knuckles, and suddenly has a flashback from her coma] Buck: Well, ain't you the little slice of cutie pie they said you were. "Jane Doe," huh? Well, we don't know shit about you, huh? Well, I'm from Huntsville, Texas. My name is Buck, and I'm here to fuck, ha-ha-ha... [back to the present] The Bride: [gently] Your name is Buck, right? [Buck's eyes widen] The Bride: [getting angrier] And you came here to fuck, *right*? Buck: Wait a minute... WAIT A MINUTE-! [and with a scream of effort and one mighty slam, Buck is dispatched to the hereafter; she goes through his pockets and finds a large pair of sunglasses, puts them on, then finds a set of car keys with a keychain that says:] The Bride: "Pussy Wagon." You *fucker*... [one last slam] (unknown) Charlie Brown: They demand ridiculous things. Proprietor: Shut up! Do you know what would happen if they heard you? Charlie Brown: What's gonna happen? Proprietor: Did you hear about the Tanaka clan? You're gonna get your head cut off. Charlie Brown: No, I don't want that. (unknown) Boss Tanaka: And what exactly are we celebrating? The perversion of our illustrious council? Boss Honda: Tanaka, have you gone mad? I will not tolerate this! You're disrespecting our sister! Apologize! O-Ren Ishii: Tanaka-san, of what perversion do you speak? Boss Tanaka: My father... [to Benta] Boss Tanaka: along with yours... [to Ozawah] Boss Tanaka: and along with yours, started this council. And while you laugh like stupid donkeys, they weep in the afterlife over the perversion committed today. Boss Ozawah: Outrageous! Tanaka, it is you who insults this council! [Throws rag at him] Boss Ozawah: Bastard! Boss Tanaka: [Throws rag back] Fuck face! O-Ren Ishii: Gentlemen. Tanaka obvious has something on his mind. By all means, allow him to express it. Boss Tanaka: [Last words] I speak, of the perversion done to this council... which I love... more than my own children, by making a Chinese Jap-American half-breed bitch its leader! [O-Ren quickly runs across the table and cuts off his head] (unknown) | |
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Edgar McGraw: Yeah? Earl McGraw: This tall drink of cocksucker ain't dead. (unknown) Bill: One more thing, Sofie... is she aware her daughter is still alive? (unknown) The Bride: [English] I beg your pardon? Hattori Hanzo: [English] Oh...”drink" [makes drinking motion with hand] The Bride: [English] Oh, yes, a bottle of warm sake please. Hattori Hanzo: [English] Warm sake? VERY GOOD. Hattori Hanzo: [Japanese] One warm sake. Sushi Bar Assistant: [Japanese] Sake? In the middle of the day? Hattori Hanzo: [Japanese] Day, night, afternoon, who gives a damn? Get the sake. Sushi Bar Assistant: [Japanese] How come I always have to get the sake? You listen well... for thirty years, you make the fish, I get the sake. If this were the military, I'd be General by now. Hattori Hanzo: [Japanese] Oh, so you'd be General, huh? If you were General, I'd be Emperor, and you'd STILL get the sake. So shut up and get the sake. Hattori Hanzo: [English] Do you understand? (unknown) The Bride: Okinawa. O-Ren Ishii: [in Japanese] Whom in Okinawa made you this steel? The Bride: [in Japanese] Hattori Hanzo. O-Ren Ishii: [in Japanese] YOU LIE! [the Bride shows Hattori Hanzo marking on sword] O-Ren Ishii: [in Japanese] Swords however, never get tired. I hope you saved your energy. If you haven't... You may not last five minutes. But as last looks go, you could do worse. (unknown) Bill: What's her condition? Elle Driver: Comatose. Bill: Where is she? Elle Driver: I'm standing over her right now. Bill: That's my girl. Elle, you're gonna have to abort the mission. Elle Driver: WHAT? Bill: We owe her better than that. Elle Driver: NO YOU DON'T! YOU DON'T OWE HER SHIT! Bill: Will you keep your voice down? Elle Driver: [whispering] You don't owe her shit! Bill: May I say one thing? Elle Driver: Speak Bill: Y'all beat the hell out of that woman, but you didn't kill her. And I put a bullet in her head, but her heart just kept on beatin'. Now, you saw that yourself with your own beautiful blue eye, did you not? We've done a lot of things to this lady. And if she ever wakes up, we'll do a whole lot more. But one thing we won't do is sneak into her room in the night like a filthy rat and kill her in her sleep. And the reason we won't do that thing is because... that thing would lower us. Don't you agree, Miss Driver? Elle Driver: I guess. Bill: Do you really have to guess? Elle Driver: [sighs] No. I don't really have to guess. I know. Bill: Come on home, honey. Elle Driver: Affirmative. Bill: I love you very much. Elle Driver: I love you too. bye bye. (unknown) Sushi Bar Assistant: [in English] Understand? (unknown) Edgar McGraw: It's a goddamn massacre, Pop. They wiped out the whole wedding party, execution-style. Earl McGraw: Give me a figure. Edgar McGraw: Nine dead bodies. And we're talking the whole shebang: Bride, Groom, Reverend, Reverend's wife... hell, they even shot that old colored fella that plays the organ. Earl McGraw: It would appear someone objected to this union and wasn't able to hold their peace. (unknown) Earl McGraw: You'd better shit-can that blasphemy, boy. You're in a house of worship. (unknown) Edgar McGraw: How can you tell? Earl McGraw: Well a sure and steady hand did this. This ain't no squirrelly amateur. This is the work of a salty dog. You can tell by the cleanliness of the carnage. Now a kill-crazy rampage though it may be, all the colors are kept within the lines. If you was a moron, you could almost admire it. (unknown) Edgar McGraw: Don't know. The name on the marriage certificate is "Arlene Machiavelli." That's a fake. We've all just been calling her "The Bride" on account of the dress. Earl McGraw: You can tell she was pregnant. Man'd have to be a mad dog to shoot a goddamn good-looking gal like that in the head. Look at her. Hay-colored hair, big eyes. She's a little blood-spattered angel. (unknown) Buck: Price is $75 a fuck, my friend. You getting your freak on, or what? Trucker: Oh yeah, boy. [gives Buck the money] Buck: Now here are the rules. Rule Number One: no punching her. The nurse comes in tomorrow and she got a shiner or less some teeth, jig's up. So, no knuckle sandwiches under no circumstances. And by the way, this little cunt's a spitter. It's a motor-reflex thing. But spit or not, no punching. Now, are we absolutely, positively clear on Rule Number One? Trucker: Yeah. Buck: Good. Now, Rule Number Two: no monkey bites, and no hickeys. In fact, no leaving no marks of any kind on her. After that, it's all good, buddy. Now, her plumbing down there don't work no more, so feel free to come in her all you want. Keep the noise down, try not to make a mess. I'll be back in twenty. [Buck starts to leave, but snaps his fingers and turns back] Buck: Oh, shit! By the way, not every time but sometimes this chick's cooch will get drier than a bucket of sand. If she's dry, just lube up with this, [tosses him a jar labeled "VasaLube"] Buck: and you'll be good to go. Bon Appetite, good buddy. (unknown) Sofie Fatale: [French] Burn in hell, blonde bitch! I'll tell you nothing! The Bride: [English] But I am gonna ask you questions. And every time you don't give me answers, I'm gonna cut something off. And I promise you, they will be things you will miss. GIVE ME YOUR OTHER ARM! [Sophie screams] (unknown) | |
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