[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]
Jules Winnfield : Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet ****! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET **** on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie Dimmick : Knock it off, Julie.
Jules Winnfield : [pause] What?
Jimmie Dimmick : I don't need you to tell me how ****ing good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys ****. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I wanjt to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead ****** in my garage.
Jules Winnfield : Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie Dimmick : No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you see a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead ****** Storage?"
Jules Winnfield : Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie Dimmick : Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead ****** Storage?"
Jules Winnfield : [pause] No. I didn't.
Jimmie Dimmick : You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules Winnfield : Why?
Jimmie Dimmick : 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead ******s ain't my ****ing business, that's why!
[after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists]
Butch : You okay?
Marsellus : Naw man. I'm pretty ****in' far from okay.
Butch : What now?
Marsellus : What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' ******s, 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