If the Milwaukee Mob couldn’t kill me, no milk-puking little thumb-sucker’s got a candle’s chance on a cyclone of getting the better of me!
Oh… I wouldn’t say that.
C’mon, it’s Czechoslovakia. We zip in, we pick 'em up, we zip right out again. We’re not going to Moscow. It’s Czechoslovakia. It’s like going into Wisconsin.
Well I got the shit kicked out of me in Wisconsin once.
Goddamn Army!
Goddamn Army!
Goddamn Army jeep!
Christina. Christopher. Damn it.
I’m doing just what Christopher Robin said I should do. I am going to look my fear of heights right in the face and conquer it!
Look up. The sky lies open.
I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.
We have such sights to show you!
Mike, let me tell you something. The whole world is a circus if you know how to look at it. The way the sun goes down when you’re tired, comes up when you want to be on the move. That’s real magic.
People can get a cheeseburger anywhere, okay? They come to Chotchkie’s for the atmosphere and the attitude. Okay? That’s what the flair’s about. It’s about fun.
[VINCENT]
Alright, you can walk into a movie theatre in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don’t mean just like in no paper cup. I’m talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald’s. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
[JULES]
They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
[VINCENT]
No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn’t know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
[JULES]
Then what do they call it?
[VINCENT]
They call it Royale with Cheese.
[JULES]
Royale with Cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
[VINCENT]
Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.
Another one of the new worlds. No beer, no women, no pool parlors, nothin’. Nothin’ to do but throw rocks at tin cans, and we gotta bring our own tin cans.
Friend, either you’re closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community
One fine night, they leave the pool hall
Headin’ for the dance at the Armory!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
Then beer from a bottle
An’ the next thing ya know
Your son is playin’ for money
In a pinch-back suit
And listenin to some big out-o-town jasper
Hearin’ him tell about horse-race gamblin’
Trouble with a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
This ain’t pool. This is for bangers. Straight pool is pool. This is like hand-ball, or cribbage, or something. Straight pool, you gotta be a real surgeon to get 'em, you know?
You’d better run, you little tramp. How dare you contaminate my pool!
Ain’t a son of a bitch in the world has to know we’re in that pool. We’d just be a few old farts paddling around in that pool. Who’s gonna know?
“The poor dope—he always wanted a pool. Well, in the end, he got himself a pool , only the price turned out to be a little high.”
I had my swimming pool dug by an International Projects steam shovel. It’s a darling shovel.
I shovel well. I shovel very well.