Kill Bill: Vol. 2 Quotes

[the Bride sees B.B. for the first time]
B.B.: Freeze, Mommy!
Bill: Bang bang!
[pretends to be shot]
Bill: Oh! She got us, B.B. I'm dying.
B.B.: Oh, I'm dying, I'm dying...
Bill: Fall down, sweetheart. Mommy shot you.
[both fall down and pretend to die]

Bill: [in a narrative tone] But little did Quick-Draw Kiddo know that little B.B. was only playing possum, due to the fact that she was impervious to bullets.
B.B.: [sits up] I am pervious to bullets, Mommy.
Bill: Hey, get back down there. You're playing possum.
[in a narrative tone]
Bill: So, as the

smirking killer approached what she thought was a bullet-ridden corpse, that's when little B.B. fired!
[B.B. gets up and pretends to shoot the Bride]
B.B.: Bang bang!
Bill: You're dead, Mommy... so die.
[the Bride is still shocked]
Bill: B.B.
[comes out of it and acts out a huge death scene]

The Bride: Oh, B.B., you got me. I should have known... you are the best.
[collapses to the ground and pretends to die]
B.B.: Oh, Mommy, don't die. I was just playing.
The Bride: I know.

Bill: He'll accept you as his student.
The Bride: Caught him in a good mood, aye?
Bill: More like a sadistic one. Just seeing those steps again makes me ache. You're gonna have plenty of fun carrying buckets of water up and down that fucker.
The Bride: Why did he accept me?
Bill:

Because he's a very very very old man. And like all rotten bastards, when they get old, they become lonely. Not that that has any effect on their disposition. But they do learn the value of company.
The Bride: When will I see you again?
Bill: That's the title of my favorite soul song of the Seventies.
The Bride: What?

Bill: Nothing. When he tells me you're done.
The Bride: When do you think that might be?
Bill: That my dearest, all depends on you. Now remember, no backtalk, no sarcasm. Least not for the first year. You're going to have to let him warm up for you. He hates Caucasians, despises Americans, and has nothing but contempt for women, so

in your case, that may take a little while. Adios.

Budd: I'm a bouncer in a titty bar, Bill. If she wants to fight me, all she gotta do is come down to the Club, start some shit, and we'll be in a fight.
Bill: I know we haven't spoken in some time. And the last time we spoke wasn't the most pleasant. But you've to got to get over being mad at me and start becoming afraid of
[beep]

Bill: because she is coming, and she is coming to kill you. And unless you accept my assistance, I have no doubt she will succeed.
Budd: I don't dodge guilt, and I don't Jew out of paying my comeuppance.
Bill: Can't we just... forget the past?
Budd: That woman, deserves her revenge and... we deserve to die.

But then again, so does she. So, I guess we'll just see. Won't we?

Elle Driver: [into a phone] Bill?
Budd: [into a phone] Wrong brother, you hateful bitch.
Elle Driver: Budd?
Budd: Bingo!
Elle Driver: And to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Budd: I just caught me a cowgirl that ain't never been caught.
Elle

Driver: Did you kill her?
Budd: Well, not yet I ain't. I shot her full of rock salt. She's so gentle right now, I could perform her coup-de-grace with a rock. Anyhoo, guess what I'm holding in my hand right now.
Elle Driver: What?
Budd: A brand spankin' new Hattori Hanzo sword. And I'm here to tell you, Elle... that's

what I call sharp.
Elle Driver: How much?
Budd: Well, that's hard to say, being that it's priceless and all.
Elle Driver: What's the terms?
Budd: Get your bony ass down here in the morning, with a million dollars in folding cash, and I'll give you the greatest sword ever made by man. How do you like the

sound of that?
Elle Driver: Sounds like we got a deal. One condition.
Budd: What?
Elle Driver: She must suffer to her last breath.
Budd: Well, that little darlin', I can pretty much damn well guarantee.
Elle Driver: Then I'll see you in the morning... millionaire.

Budd: Larry, there ain't nobody out there!
Larry Gomez: [strung-out tone] "There ain't nobody out there... Larry." What's your point? That you're not needed here?
Budd: My point is, I'm the bouncer... and there ain't nobody out there to bounce!
Larry Gomez: You're saying that the reason... that you're not

doing the job... that I'm... paying you to do... is, that you don't have a job to do? Is that what you're saying? What are you trying to convince me of, exactly? That you're as useless as an asshole right here? Well guess what, Buddy. I think, you just fucking convinced me!

The Bride: [Describing her pregnancy to Bill] Before that strip turned blue, I was a woman. I was your woman. I was a killer who killed for you. Before that strip turned blue, I would have jumped a motorcycle onto a speeding train... for you. But once that strip turned blue, I could no longer do any of those things. Not anymore. Because I was going to be a mother. Can you

understand that?
Bill: Yes. But why didn't you tell me then instead of now?
The Bride: Because once I would have told you, you'd claim her, and I didn't want that.
Bill: Not your decision to make.
The Bride: Yes, but it was the right decision and I made it for my daughter. She deserved to be born with a

clean slate. But with you, she would have been born in a world she shouldn't have. I had to choose... I chose her.

The Bride: Now, the incident that happened at the Two Pines Wedding Chapel that put this whole gory story into motion, has since become legend. "Massacre At Two Pines". That's what the newspapers called it. The local TV news called it, "The El Paso, Texas, Wedding Chapel Massacre". How it happened, who was there, how many got killed and who killed them - changes depending on who's

telling the story. In actual fact, the massacre didn't happen during a wedding at all. It was a wedding rehearsal.

The Bride: Did he teach you that?
Bill: No. He teaches no one the five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique. Now, Kiddo, one of the things I always liked about you is you appear wise beyond your years. Then allow me to impart a word to the wise. Whatever - WHAT-EVER - Pai Mei says, obey. If you flash him, even for an instant, a defiant eye, he'll pluck it

out. And if you throw any American sass his way, he will snap your back and your neck like they were twigs, and that will be the story of you.