Gorodish:
Some get high on airplane glue... detergents... fancy gimmicks. My satori is this: Zen in the art of buttering bread!
[
At Jules' apartment]
Alba:
Pretty gloomy setting!
Jules:
Think so? A monument to disaster... deluxe style!
Jules:
Where are we?
Alba:
In a castle.
Jules:
What castle?
Alba:
Where the witch makes poisoned red apples to advertise the toothpaste movie stars use.
Paula:
And some women find police work dull!
[
Last Lines]
Jules:
It's the only recording.
Cynthia Hawkins:
It was you?
Jules:
It's yours. It's my gift to you. Forgive me.
Cynthia Hawkins:
But... I've never heard myself sing!
Jules:
Listen...
Cynthia Hawkins:
Do you steal the dresses of all singers?
Jules:
No, no.
Cynthia Hawkins:
So, I'M the lucky one! I have a fan?
Jules:
I heard you in Bordeaux. And last year I went to Munich specially for the concert.
Cynthia Hawkins:
You made the trip for me?
Jules:
Yes, on the moped.
Cynthia Hawkins:
On the moped. So, you ARE a real fan.
[
In Cynthia's hotel suite]
Cynthia Hawkins:
What's your name, Mr. Postman?
Jules:
[
Smiles] Jules.
Cynthia Hawkins:
Jules! Jules is old for a young man. I thought the French were modern.
Jules:
My father was old-fashioned.
Cynthia Hawkins:
[
Laughs] I'm kidding! Jules fits you so poorly that it fits you very well. Jules...
N'Doula:
[
Motioning to Cynthia] She's the queen of Africa.
Jules:
[
Smiling at Cynthia] She's the queen of the night.
Gorodish:
Abyssus abyssum invocat
Alba:
What is Abyssus abyssum?
Gorodish:
It means the abyss calls the abyss
Le curé:
I don't like cars.
Le curé:
I don't like Beethoven.
Le curé:
I don't like garages.
Le curé:
I don't like elevators.
Zatopek:
You don't like anything.
Jules:
[
eyeing the scene printed on Alba's miniskirt] Is that the Opera House?
Alba:
No, that's my ass.
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