From Pulp Fiction:
Jimmy: "I'm not a cob of corn, so you can stop buttering me up. I don't need you to tell me how ****ing good my coffee is, all right? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes out shopping she buys ****. Me, I buy the expensive gourmet stuff because when I drink it I like to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead ****er in my garage."
Vincent: "We should have ****in' shotguns."
Jules: "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 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 would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
Mia: "That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the **** up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
Captain Koons: "The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you."