My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
I sing the body electric!
We took drugs to expand our mind, not to escape.
I take Quaaludes 10-15 times a day for my “back pain.” Adderall to stay focused. Senax to take the edge off. Pot to mellow me out. Cocaine to wake me back-up. And morphine, well… because it’s awesome.
People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid.
Misery is alive! Misery is alive!
…when suddenly, the animator suffered a fatal heart attack.
The salmon mousse!
Only an amateur would bake anything Swiss in a 450 degree oven.
What I’m asking, you Swiss dick, is are you going to fuck me over?
Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?
My old pappy always used to say, “there is no more deeply satisfying religious experience… than cheatin’ on a cheater.”
What was I supposed to do - call him for cheating better than me, in front of the others?
Listen, here’s the thing. If you can’t spot the sucker in your first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker.
You see this watch? This watch cost more than your car.
The new Oldsmobiles are in early this year!
The car of tomorrow… today!
Her name’s Christine.
Anything so innocent and built like that just gotta be named Lucille.
Hell, you might just be the best damn girl in Texas.