Day 349 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

Yeah, yeah, but "Mr. Brown"? That's little too close to "Mr. Shit".

Mr. Brown, Reservoir Dogs, Quentin Tarantino

Day 348(Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

"I might never have liked you. Point of fact, I despise you. But that doesn't suggest I don't respect you. Dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded. My gift to you. "

Elle Driver, Kill Bill Pt. 1 (Daryl Hannah)

Day 347 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste fora Blood) Tarantino Week

"I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good."

Mia, Pulp Fiction (Uma Thurman)

Day 346 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

Mr. Pink. (Steve Buscemi)  Reservoir Dogs

Because Purple is for another job.

Day 345 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

"Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?"

Mr Blonde, Reservoir Dogs (Michael Madsen)

Day 344 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

" I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so f-ing cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, f-ing Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have f-ing better known better. I mean, that's his f-ing wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I'm saying? "

Vincent, Pulp Fiction (John Travolta)

Day 343 (Crisp White Shirt and a Taste for Blood) Tarantino Week

"Well there's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never gave much thought what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See now I'm thinkin', maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9 Milimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd. "

Because there is nothing better than a Samuel L. Jackson rant.

 Jules, Pulp Fiction