Quotes from John Travolta movies and TV shows - page 5 of 6

Huey Driscoll: Can I just pull on your wings to see how they're attached?
Michael: Why don't you pull on your pecker to see how it's attached?
Pansy Milbank: Hey. Language.
Frank Quinlan: An angel that says "pecker."
Pansy Milbank: Language.

Michael: No injuries, 6360 battles.

Michael: Battle.

Michael: Hey, what's the opposite of white?
Frank Quinlan: Black.
Michael: No. Yolk.

Zach: I think "scat" is poop.
Dan: Really, son?
Zach: Yeah.
Charlie: You wiped poop on my face?
Dan: Yeah. Scat happens, man.

Bonnie: George Malley! You learned the Portuguese language in 20 minutes?
George Malley: Not all of it.

George Malley: Everything is on its way to somewhere.

George Malley: This is good, Lace. I think you're a good cook.
Lace Pennamin: No, I'm not. I only make two things pretty well: pork chops and, um, turkey.
George Malley: Hm. Which is this?

Lace Pennamin: So, let me ask you something, George. When a man comes over with a basket full of tomatoes, what is he expecting? Dinner?
George Malley: Nah, no, no. Just hoping.

Vincent: Jules, if you give that fuckin' nimrod fifteen hundred dollars, I'm gonna shoot him on general principles.

Vincent: You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
Jules: What?
Vincent: Mayonnaise.
Jules: Goddamn.
Vincent: I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.

Jules Winnfield: You know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in France?
Brett: No.
Jules Winnfield: Tell 'em, Vincent.
Vincent Vega: Royale with cheese.
Jules Winnfield: Royale with Cheese. Ya know why they call them that?
Brett: Because of the metric system?
Jules Winnfield: Check out the big brain on Brett!

Vincent: Lance! It's Vincent. I'm in big fuckin' trouble, man. I'm coming to your house.
Lance: Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses, man. What's the problem?
Vincent: I've got this chick, she fuckin' O.D.in' on me!
Lance: Well, don't bring her here! I'm not even fuckin' joking with you, man! Do not be bringing some fucked-up pooh-bah to my house!
Vincent: No choice.
Lance: She's O.D.in'?
Vincent: She's fuckin' dyin' on me, man!
Lance: Okay, then you bite the fuckin' bullet, take her to a hospital and call a lawyer.
Vincent: Negative.
Lance: This is not my fuckin' problem, man! You fucked her up, you fuckin' deal with this!

Vincent: Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?

Lance: But she's got breast plates. So what you got to do, you got to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
[Makes three stabbing motions with hand.]
Vincent Vega: I gotta stab her three times?

Vincent Vega: Oh god! I accidentally shot Marvin in the face.

The Wolf: Strip.
Jules: All the way?
The Wolf: To your bare ass.
Vincent: Is this necessary?
The Wolf: You know what you guys look like?
Jules: What?
The Wolf: Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head.

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
Vincent: How many up there?
Jules: Three or four.
Vincent: That's countin' our guy?
Jules: Not sure.
Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
Jules: It's possible.
Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.

Vincent: That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars but it's pretty fucking good.