motherfucking Quotes

[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. Jules: Why the fuck did you do that! Vincent: Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an

accident! Jules: Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time... Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something. Jules: Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump! Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why.

Jules: Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here! Vincent: I don't believe it. Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood. Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place,

that's all. Jules: This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley. Vincent: Well Jules, this ain't my fucking town, man! Jules: Shit! [Jules dials a number on his cell phone] Vincent: What you doin'? Jules: I'm calling Jimmie, my old partner. He lives in Toluca Lake.

Vincent: Where's Toluca Lake? Jules: It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. [into the phone] Jules: Hey Jimmie, yo! How you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking

shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.

Butch: Did you bring the watch? Fabienne: I believe so. Butch: You believe so? You "believe" so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't! Fabienne: Then I did. Butch: Are you sure? Fabienne: [shakes her head] No... [a pause] Butch: [explodes into a

rampage] Fuck! Motherfucking shit! Do you fucking know how fucking stupid you are? Shit! Fuck! [he calms down just as quickly and suddenly as he started] Butch: It's not your fault.

Jordan Belfort: [Sees a young broker cleaning his fishbowl] What the fuck is that kid doing? What's he doing?
Donnie Azoff: The biggest IPO in this firm's history, what the fuck is he doing?
Janet (Jordan's Assistant): Is he... is he wearing a bowtie?
Donnie Azoff: [Approaches the guy] Hi, how you doing?

Stratton Broker in a Bowtie: [timid] Good.
Donnie Azoff: You cleaning your fishbowl?
Stratton Broker in a Bowtie: I just, I had a minute and I...
Donnie Azoff: You had a minute? And today, you needed to clean your fishbowl, today?
Stratton Broker in a Bowtie: I finished my paperwork

and I was, just had a couple minutes.
Donnie Azoff: Okay, nice to meet you.
[Pretends to walk away, but suddenly turns back]
Donnie Azoff: On new issue day? On cocksucking, motherfucking new issue day? This is what you do? Hey, everybody, listen up! This is what happens when you fuck with your pets on new issue day!
[Dangles the fish

from the bowl by its tail and swallows it]
Donnie Azoff: Take your little bowtie... Get your shit, and get the fuck out of my office. You understand?
Jordan Belfort: Get the fuck out!
Donnie Azoff: Everybody on point! We are here to make money! Everybody on point!
Jordan Belfort: A real wolf pit, which

is exactly how I liked it.

Terence Fletcher: I don't think people understood what it was I was doing at Shaffer. I wasn't there to conduct. Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo. I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that is... an absolute necessity. Otherwise, we're depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong. The next Charlie Parker. I told you

that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?
Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
Terence Fletcher: Exactly. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax. Gets up to play at a cutting session, and he fucks it up. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. And he's laughed off-stage. Cries himself to sleep that night, but

the next morning, what does he do? He practices. And he practices and he practices with one goal in mind, never to be laughed at again. And a year later, he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage, and plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." And then Charlie thinks to

himself, "Well, shit, I did do a pretty good job." End of story. No Bird. That, to me, is an absolute tragedy. But that's just what the world wants now. People wonder why jazz is dying.

Terence Fletcher: Truth is, I don't think people... understood what it was I was doing at Shaffer. I wasn't there to conduct. Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo. I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that is an absolute necessity. Otherwise, we are depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong, the next Charlie Parker. I

told you that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?
Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
Terence Fletcher: Exactly. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax, gets up to play at a cutting session, and he fucks it up. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. And he's laughed off stage. But the next morning, what does

he do? He practices. And he practices, and he practices with one goal in mind: Never too be laughed at again. And a year later he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage and he plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones just said "Well, that's okay Charlie. That was alright. Good job." Then Charlie thinks to himself "Well, shit. I did do a pretty

good job." End of story. No Bird. That, to me, is an absolute tragedy. But that's just what the world wants now. People wonder why jazz is dying. I'll tell you, man - and every Starbucks "jazz" album just proves my point, really - there are no two words in the English language more harmful than "good job".
Andrew: But is there a line? You know, maybe you go too far and you

discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker?
Terence Fletcher: No, man, no. Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
Andrew: Yeah.
Terence Fletcher: The truth is, Andrew, I never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried, and that's more than most people ever

do. And I will never apologize for how I tried.