Joe: "You're Mr. Pink."Mr. Pink: "Why do I have to be Mr. Pink?"
Joe: "'Cause you're a f*ckin' f*ggot, that's why!"
Mr. Pink: "Why can't we pick our own colors?"
Joe: "No way, no way! Tried it once and it doesn't work. You get four guys, all fightin' over who's gonna be Mr. Black. They don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way-- I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown: "Yeah, yeah, but "Mr. Brown"? That's little too close to "Mr. Shit".
Mr. Pink: Yeah, "Mr. Pink" sounds like "Mr. Pussy". Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me. I'm Mr. Purple.
Joe: You're *not* Mr. Purple. Somebody from another job's Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
Mr. White: "Who cares what your name is?"
Mr. Pink: "Yeah, that's easy for you to say, you're Mr. White, you have a cool sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal for you to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?"
Joe: "Hey, nobody's tradin' with anybody! This ain't a g*ddmaned f*ckin' city council meeting, you know! Now listen up Mr. Pink-- there's two ways you can go on this job: My way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
Mr. Pink: "Jesus Christ, Joe, f*ckin' forget about it. It's beneath me, you know, it's Mr. Pink. Let's move on."
Joe: "I'll move on when I feel like it. You all got the g*ddamned message?"
Reservoir Dogs, 1992
Directed by Quentin Tarantino
7 comments:
Oooh! Ooh! Do that one about tipping waitresses! "whaddya' mean ya' don't tip??"
Ha!
BTW, what IS it with men and pink? *I* like pink...
Oooh! Ooh! Do that one about tipping waitresses! "whaddya' mean ya' don't tip??"
Ha!
BTW, what IS it with men and pink? *I* like pink...
I've still never seen that movie. It's somewhere in my Netflix queue.
I'm amused that it's on a white car...
Mob, I was thinking the same thing. Mr. Black drives a white car . .hmmmmmmm
Mr. Blue: I once had a man shot for talking to me like that.
Mr. Gray: Yeah, well, that's the difference between you and me. I've always done my own killing.
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Mr. Blue: Ladies and gentlemen, it might interest you to know that the City of New York has agreed to pay for your release.
[Hostages cheer]
Old Man: Excuse me, sir. Do you mind telling me how much you're getting?
Mr. Blue: What's it to you, sir?
Old Man: A man likes to know his worth.
Mr. Blue: One million dollars.
Old Man: That's not so good.
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Mr. Blue: Be Quiet! Now be quiet! nothing will happen as long as you obey my orders.
Pimp: Shit man that's what they said in Vietnam, and I still got my ass shot full of lead.
Mr. Gray: Shut your mouth n**! and keep it shut!
Mr. Blue: Mr. Gray!
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Mr. Blue: The Africans used to pay me five thousand.
Mr. Green: Five thousand a month? Geez...
Mr. Blue: For leading a battalion.
Mr. Green: What the hell'd you get out of that for?
Mr. Blue: Because the market dried up.
The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3-
Are you sure that wasn't Sirius Black's car?
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