Reservoir Dogs
Reservoir Dogs

Joe: Let's go to work.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. White: We're leaving. You should go with us.
Mr. Blonde: Nobody's goin' anywhere.
Mr. White: Piss on this fucking turd! We're outta here.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: We still gotta get out of here.
Mr. Blonde: We're gonna sit here and wait.
Mr. White: For what, the cops?
Mr. Blonde: Nice Guy Eddie.
Mr. Pink: Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think he isn't on a plane half way to Costa Rica?
Mr. Blonde: 'Cause I talked

to him on the phone a few minutes ago and he said he was on his way down here.
Mr. White: You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?
Mr. Blonde: You didn't ask.
Mr. White: [sarcastic] Hardy fuckin' har.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: [entering the warehouse] Was that a fucking setup, or what?
[sees Mr. White tending to a seriously wounded Mr. Orange]
Mr. Pink: Shit. Orange got tagged?
Mr. White: Gut shot.
Mr. Pink: Fuck. Where's Brown?
Mr. White: Dead.
Mr. Pink: How did he

die?
Mr. White: How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.
Mr. Pink: This is so fucking bad.
[referring to Orange's wound]
Mr. Pink: Is it bad?
Mr. White: As opposed to good?

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: [Mr. Pink throws his tip on the table] All right, but normally I would never do this.
Joe: Never mind what you *normally* would do.

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Reservoir Dogs

Nice Guy Eddie: Ain't that a sad sight, Daddy, the man walks in the prison a white man, walks out talkin' like a fuckin' nigger. You know what, I think it's all that black semen been pumped up your ass so far, now it's backed into your fuckin brain, and it's coming out your mouth!

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: I mean everbody panics, everybody, things get tense, it's human nature to panic, I don't care what you name it you just can't help it.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: What was the name of the chick who played Christie Love?
Nice Guy Eddie: Pam Grier.
Mr. Orange: No it wasn't Pam Grier. Pam Grier was the other one. Pam Grier did the film. Christie Love was like Pam Grier TV Show without Pam Grier.
Mr. Pink: So who was Christie Love?
Mr.

Orange: How the fuck should I know?
Mr. Pink: Great. Now I'm totally fucking tortured.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: [Mr. Blonde and Mr. White begin to quarrel; Mr. Pink pushes them away from each other] Hey, you two assholes knock it the fuck off and calm down! Cut the bullshit. We ain't on a fuckin' playground! I don't beleive this shit. Both of you guys got ten years on me and I'm the only one acting like a professional. You guys act like a bunch of fuckin' niggers. You wanna be

niggers, huh? They're just like you two - always fightin' and always sayin' their gonna kill each other...
Mr. White: You said yourself you thought about takin' him out!
Mr. Blonde: You fuckin' said that?
Mr. Pink: Yeah, I did. But that time has passed. Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin'

homicidal to be workin' with the cops.
Mr. White: You takin' his side?
Mr. Pink: No, man. Fuck sides! What we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's shoving a red hot poker up our asses and I wanna find out whose name is on the handle. Now, I know I'm no piece of shit.
[referring to Mr. White]
Mr. Pink: And I'm

pretty sure you're a good boy.
[referring to Mr. Blonde]
Mr. Pink: And I'm fucking positive you're on the level. So let's figure out who the bad guy is.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Pink: Where's the commode in this dungeon? I gotta take a squirt.

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Reservoir Dogs

Joe: Give me that book.
Mr. White: Are you gonna put it away?
Joe: I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.

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Reservoir Dogs

Joe: How does freedom feel?
Mr. Blonde: It's a change.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. Brown: I'm blind, man. I'm fucking blind.
Mr. Orange: You're not blind, you've just got blood in your eyes.

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Reservoir Dogs

Nice Guy Eddie: The chick got tired of him beatin' her so one night she walks in the guys bedroom and super glues his dick to his belly. Ambulance came and had to cut the prick loose.
Mr. White: Was he all pissed off?
Nice Guy Eddie: How would you feel if every time you had to take a piss you had to do a fuckin' hand stand?

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Reservoir Dogs

Nice Guy Eddie: Alright, Mr. Fucking Compassion! I will call somebody!
Mr. White: Who?
Nice Guy Eddie: A fucking snakecharmer! What do you think? I'll call a doctor!

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Reservoir Dogs

Nice Guy Eddie: You guys should've never taken him out of the trunk.
Mr. Pink: We've been trying to find out about the setup.
Nice Guy Eddie: There is no fucking setup! Now, here's the news! Blondie, you stay here, take care of these two. White and pink, come with me, 'cause if Joe sees all these cars outside, he'll be as mad at me

as he is at you!

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Reservoir Dogs

Nice Guy Eddie: I don't know who did what! I don't know who's got the loot. I don't know if anybody's got the loot. I don't know who's dead, who's alive, who's caught, who's not.

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Reservoir Dogs

Nice Guy Eddie: What happened to Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue?
Mr. Pink: Brown's dead. We don't know what happened to Blue.
Nice Guy Eddie: Mr. Brown's dead? Are you sure?
Mr. White: I'm sure. I was there. He took one in the head.
Nice Guy Eddie: Nobody's got a clue what happened to Mr. Blue?


Mr. Blonde: Either he's alive or he's dead. Or the cops got him or they don't.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. White: [snatching Joe's book from his hand] Gimme that fuckin' thing...
Joe: What the hell do ya think you're doin'? Gimme my book back!
Mr. White: I'm sick of fuckin' hearin' it, Joe. I'll give it back to you when we leave.
Joe: Whaddaya mean when we leave? Gimme it back now!
Mr.

White: For the past 15 minutes now you've been droning on about names. Toby... Toby... Toby... Toby Wong... Toby Wong, Toby Wong... Toby Chung, fuckin' Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming outta my left ear, and Toby the Jap - I dunno what - coming outta my right.
Joe: Gimme that book.
Mr. White: Are you gonna put it away?

Joe: I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.
Mr. White: Well then, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to keep it.
Mr. Blonde: Hey Joe... Want me to shoot this guy?
Mr. White: Shit... You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.

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Reservoir Dogs

Mr. White: Hardy fuckin' har.