Pulp Fiction (1994)

Maria de Medeiros: Fabienne

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Quotes 

• Fabienne : Whose motorcycle is this?

  Butch : It's a chopper, baby.

  Fabienne : Whose chopper is this?

  Butch : It's Zed's.

  Fabienne : Who's Zed?

  Butch : Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

• Fabienne : I was looking at myself in the mirror.

  Butch : Uh-huh?

  Fabienne : I wish I had a pot.

  Butch : You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?

  Fabienne : A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.

  Butch : Well you should be happy, 'cause you do.

  Fabienne : Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same thing.

  Butch : I didn't realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly.

  Fabienne : The difference is huge.

  Butch : You want me to have a pot?

  Fabienne : No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.

  Butch : You think guys would find that attractive?

  Fabienne : I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

• Butch : I think I cracked a rib.

  Fabienne : Giving me oral pleasure?

  Butch : No, retard, from the fight.

• Butch : I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.

  Fabienne : Blueberry pie.

  Butch : Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?

• Butch : Where's my watch?

  Fabienne : It's there.

  Butch : No it's not.

  Fabienne : It should be.

  Butch : Yes, it most definitely should be but it's not here now, so where the fuck is it?

• Fabienne : Where's my Honda?

  Butch : Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.

• Fabienne : Any time of the day is a good time for pie.

• Butch : How was your breakfast?

  Fabienne : It was good...

  Butch : Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes?

  Fabienne : No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk - are you sure you're okay?

  Butch : Honey, since I left you, this has been without a doubt the single weirdest fucking day of my life! Come on, hop on - I'll tell you all about it.

• Butch : Did you bring the watch?

  Fabienne : I believe so.

  Butch : You believe so? You "believe" so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't!

  Fabienne : Then I did.

  Butch : Are you sure?

  Fabienne : [shakes her head]  No...

  [a pause] 

  Butch : [explodes into a rampage]  Fuck! Motherfucking shit! Do you fucking know how fucking stupid you are? Shit! Fuck!

  [he calms down just as quickly and suddenly as he started] 

  Butch : It's not your fault.

• Fabienne : I like the way you stink.

• Butch : I think I have a broken rib.

  Fabienne : From giving me oral pleasure?

• Butch : Will you hand me a towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?

  Fabienne : Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.