The full quote actually goes: Homer Simpson: "Spider-Pig, Spider-Pig, Does whatever a Spider-Pig does. Can he swing from a web? No he can't, cause he's a pig. Look out! He is the Spider-Pig!" Bart: "This is the worst day of my life! Homer: "Worst day of your life SO FAR" Ralph Wiggum: "I like men now" I saw the midnight showing :naughty:
this one has probably been already posted but anyway:
pulp fiction: Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got your name, Vincent, right? But I didn't get... Jules: My name's Pith. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit. Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never... Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished. Well then, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country are you from? Brett: What? Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What? Brett: What? Jules: English, motherfu*ker, do you speak it? Brett: Yes. Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'! Brett: Yes. Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What? Jules: Say what again. Say what again, , say what one more Goddamn time!
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing. Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark. Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit. Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage? Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master. Vincent: Given a lot of 'em? Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage? [Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up] Jules: Fuck you. Vincent: You give them a lot? Jules: Fuck you. Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself. Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
Vincent: Want some bacon? Jules: No man, I don't eat pork. Vincent: Are you Jewish? Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all. Vincent: Why not? Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood. Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy . Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own faeces. Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces. Jules: I don't eat dog either. Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way. Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true? Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
and one of my all-time favourites: [Jules and Vincent take Marvin with them in their car and Vincent's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off] Vincent: Whoa! Jules: What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man! Vincent: Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.
there's a shitload of other quotes from pulp fiction but you should just see the movie.