James Gosling
James Gosling

I like to bitch and moan about lawyers, but they often have actually good points.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Narrator: Bob had bitch tits.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Narrator: [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. [Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign] Narrator: [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We're still men. Narrator: [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes, we're men. Men is what we are. [V.O] Narrator: Eight

months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit... Robert 'Bob' Paulson: They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. Narrator: [V.O] Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Narrator: Bob had bitch tits.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Narrator: [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. [Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign] Narrator: [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We're still men. Narrator: [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes,

we're men. Men is what we are. [V.O] Narrator: Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit... Robert 'Bob' Paulson: They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. Narrator: [V.O]

Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.

Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction

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.

Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction

Jules: [All while Honey Bunny is screaming] Tell that bitch to be cool! Say 'bitch be cool'! Pumpkin: Be cool honey! Jules: Say bitch be cool! Tell that fuckin' bitch to chill! Pumpkin: Be cool Honey Bunny! Jules: Chill that fuckin' bitch out! Pumpkin: Shut up, Honey!

Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction

Lance: [handing Vincent the needle] Here, I'll tell you what to do. Vincent: No no no no man, man I ain't giving her... You... you, you're gonna give her the shot... Lance: No, you're gonna give her the shot... Vincent: I ain't givin' her the shot... Lance: Well, I ain't givin' her the shot!

Vincent: I never done this before! Lance: Yeah, I ain't ever done it before either, alright? I ain't starting now! Look, you brought her here, and that means that you're giving her the shot. The day that I bring an OD-ing bitch over to your house, then I give her the shot. Give her the shot. Vincent: [taking the needle] Give it to me.

Jody: [handing him the marker] Here. Vincent: [Taking the marker] Gimme that.

Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction

Lance: You are not bringing this fucked-up bitch into my house! Vincent: This fucked-up bitch is Marsellus Wallace's wife! Do you know who Marsellus Wallace is? Do you? If she croaks on me, I'm a fuckin' greasespot!

Forrest Gump
Forrest Gump

Coach Bryant: He must be the stupidest son of a bitch alive, but he sure is fast!