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[holding the Bride in an armlock]
Pai Mei: It's my arm now, I'll do what I want with it.
Bill: An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sort of like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton.
Elle Driver: That's right. I killed your master. And now I'm gonna kill you, with your own sword, no less, which in the very immediate future, will become... my sword.
The Bride: Bitch, you don't have a future.

[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.

The Bride: When will I see you again?
Bill: You know, that's the name of my favorite soul song from the '70s.

Bill: You're a natural born killer.

Bill: What lies within that dart, just begging to course its way through your veins, is a potent and quite infallible truth serum. I call it "The Undisputed Truth." Twice as strong as sodium penethol, with none of the druggie after-effect. Oh, except for a slight wave of euphoria. Can you feel it?
The Bride: Euphoria?
Bill: Yeah.
The Bride: No.
Bill: Too bad.

Budd: Larry, there ain't nobody out there!
Larry Gomez: 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: [reading the inscription on Budd's Hanzo sword] To my brother Budd, the only man I ever loved, Bill.

Pai Mei: From here you can get an excellent view of my foot.

The Bride: What are you doing here?
Bill: What am I doing? A moment ago, I was playin' my flute. But this moment, I'm looking at the most beautiful bride these old eyes have ever seen.
The Bride: Why are you here?
Bill: Last look.
The Bride: Are you going to be nice?
Bill: I've never been nice my whole life, but I'll do my best... to be sweet.

Elle Driver: She put a Black Mamba in his camper.
[pause]
Elle Driver: I got her, sweety.
[pause]
Elle Driver: She's dead.
[pause]
Elle Driver: Let me put it this way. If you ever start feeling sentimental, go to Barstow, California. When you get here, walk into a florist and buy a bunch of flowers. Then you take those flowers to Huntington cemetery on Fuller and Guadalupe, look for the headstone marked Paula Schultz, then lay them on the grave. Because you will be standing at the final resting place of BEATRIX KIDDO.
Bill: You hocked a Hattori Hanzon Sword?
Budd: Yep.
Bill: It was priceless.
Budd: Well, not in El Paso, it ain't. In El Paso I got me $250 for it.

Budd: You're telling me she cut through eighty-eight bodyguards before she got to O-Ren?
Bill: Nah, there weren't really eighty-eight of them. They just called themselves "The Crazy 88."
Budd: How come?
Bill: I don't know. I guess they thought it sounded cool.

Bill: Once upon a time in China, some believe, around the year one double-aught three, head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei, was walking down the road, contemplating whatever it is that a man of Pai Mei's infinite power contemplates - which is another way of saying "who knows?" - when a Shaolin monk appeared, traveling in the opposite direction. As the monk and the priest crossed paths, Pai Mei, in a practically unfathomable display of generosity, gave the monk the slightest of nods. The nod was not returned. Now was it the intention of the Shaolin monk to insult Pai Mei? Or did he just fail to see the generous social gesture? The motives of the monk remain unknown. What is known, are the consequences. The next morning Pai Mei appeared at the Shaolin Temple and demanded of the Temple's head abbot that he offer Pai Mei his neck to repay the insult. The Abbot at first tried to console Pai Mei, only to find Pai Mei was inconsolable. So began the massacre of the Shaolin Temple and all sixty of the monks inside at the fists of the White Lotus. And so began the legend of Pai Mei's five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique.
The Bride: And what, pray tell, is the five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique?
Bill: Quite simply, the deadliest blow in all of martial arts. He hits you with his fingertips at five different pressure points on your body. And then he lets you walk away. But after you've taken five steps, your heart explodes inside your body, and you fall to the floor, dead.

[Elle and The Bride each have a sword in hand]
Elle Driver: What's that?
The Bride: Budd's Hanzo sword.
Elle Driver: He said he pawned it.
The Bride: Guess that makes him a liar, don't it?

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.
Bill: [the Bride lunges for Bill's sword, Bill draws a gun and shoots, barely missing her] Now if you don't settle down, I'm gonna have to put one in your kneecap. And I hear tell that's a very painful place to get shot in.
[he suddenly fires again, hitting a fruit bowl and splattering the Bride, making her jump]
Bill: Ha ha ha! I'm just fucking with you.

Esteban Vihaio: Bill shot you in the head, no?
The Bride: Yes.
Esteban Vihaio: I would've been much nicer. I would've just cut your face.

B.B: [affectionately] Did you dream of me, Mommy? I dreamed of you.
The Bride: [crying] Every single night, baby.

[to The Bride, about training with Pai Mei]
Bill: He hates Caucasians, despises Americans, and has nothing but contempt for women... so in your case, it might take a while.

Budd: This is for breaking my brother's heart.

[a few minutes after being shot by the truth dart that was supposed to cause euphoria]
The Bride: How long does this shit take to go into effect?
Bill: About two minutes. Just long enough for me to finish my point.

Budd: That gentled ya down some. Ain't nobody a badass with a double dose of rock salt that deep in their tits. Not havin tits as fine or big as yours, I can't even imagine how bad that shit must sting... yet I don't want to, neither.
[the Bride spits blood into Budd's face. He wipes it away and returns the favor with a long, foul stream of tobacco juice]
Budd: I win.

Pai Mei: Your so-called kung-fu - is really - quite pathetic.
Pai Mei: Your swordsmanship is amateur at best.
Elle Driver: Okay, I'm leaving now, go smoke some pot or something. I'll be there soon.
Pai Mei: So my pathetic friend... is there anything that you can do well?
Elle Driver: [reading] "In Africa, the saying goes 'In the bush, an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you, and a black mamba can kill you. But only with the mamba is death sure.' Hence its handle, 'Death Incarnate.'" Pretty cool, huh?"
Pai Mei: Just like all Yankee women, all you are good at is ordering in restaurants- and spending a man's money!

The Bride: Master.
Pai Mei: Your Mandarin is lousy. It causes my ears great discomfort. You bray like an ass! You are not to speak unless spoken to. It is too much to hope - you speak Cantonese?
The Bride: I speak Japanese very well...
Pai Mei: I didn't ask if you speak Japanese! I asked if you understood Cantonese.
Pai Mei: The exquisite art of the samurai sword? Don't make me laugh! You're so-called exquisite art is only fit for Japanese fatheads!
Pai Mei: I despise the goddamn Japs!

Larry Gomez: Take a hit... be somebody, baby.

Esteban Vihaio: [indicating the Bride's convertible] I heard you were driving a truck.
The Bride: My Pussy Wagon died on me.

Larry Gomez: Fuckin' with your cash is the only thing you kids seem to understand!
Budd: I don't dodge guilt... and I don't Jew out of paying my comeuppance.
Esteban Vihaio: Being a fool for a woman such as yourself is always the right thing to do.
Ernie: Whoa... look at those eyes. This bitch is furious!
Ernie: White women call this the silent treatment... and we let 'em think we don't like it.

The Bride: You want to come to the wedding?
Bill: Only if I can sit on the bride's side.
The Bride: You'll find it a bit lonely on my side.
Bill: Your side always was a bit lonely. But I wouldn't sit anywhere else.

Bill: Was my reaction really that surprising?
The Bride: Yes, it was. Could you do what you did? Of course you could. But, I never thought you could or would do that to me.
Bill: I'm really sorry, Kiddo. You thought wrong.

Bill: Isn't it supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?
Tommy Plympton: Well, let's just say I like to live dangerously.
Bill: I know just what you mean.

Larry Gomez: I don't know what car wash allowed you to walk in twenty minutes late, but it wasn't owned by me and I own a fucking car wash.
Larry Gomez: Let's go to the calendar! It's calendar time! Calendar time for Buddy!

[discussing Tommy Plympton, the Bride's husband-to-be]
Bill: And what does he do for a living?
The Bride: He owns a record store.
Bill: Ah. And what do you plan to do?
The Bride: I work in the record store.
Bill: Ah. Suddenly, it all seems so clear.

Bill: I was just admiring your sword. Quite a piece of work. Speaking of which, how is Hanzo-san?
The Bride: He's good.
Bill: Has his sushi gotten any better?
The Bride: [shakes her head]
Bill: You know, I couldn't believe it. You got him to make you a sword.
The Bride: It was easy. I just dropped your name, Bill.
Bill: [chuckles] That'd do it.

The Bride: I'm the deadliest woman in the world. But right now, I'm just scared shitless for my baby.
[after the Bride convinces Karen Kim not to kill her because she's pregnant, Karen backs out holding a shotgun on her]
Karen Kim: Congratulations.

Elle Driver: Bill tells me you had a Hanzo sword once.
Budd: Yeah.
Elle Driver: [examining the Bride's sword] How does this one compare to that one?
Budd: If you're gonna compare a Hanzo sword, you compare it to every other sword ever made... that wasn't made by Hattori Hanzo.

Pai Mei: [to the Bride] If you want to eat like a dog, you can live and sleep outside like a dog. If you want to live and sleep like a human, pick up those sticks!
Pai Mei: Do you believe you are my match?
The Bride: No.
Pai Mei: Are you aware I kill at will?
The Bride: Yes.
Pai Mei: Is it your wish to die?
The Bride: No.
Pai Mei: Then you must be stupid... so stupid.

Larry Gomez: The hat. That fucking hat. How many times did I tell you not to wear that fucking hat?
Budd: Customers wear hats.
Larry Gomez: I'm not the boss of the customers, but I'm the boss of you, and I'm telling you to keep that shit kicker hat at home.

Reverend Harmony: Rufus... he's the man.
Reverend Harmony: [to Rufus] Who was that you used to play for?
Rufus: Rufus Thomas.
Reverend Harmony: Rufus Thomas...
Reverend Harmony: [to Bride] Rufus Thomas.
Rufus: I was a Drell. I was a Drifter. I was a Coaster. I was part of The Gang. I was a Bar-Kay... If they come through Texas, I done played with them.
Reverend Harmony: Rufus... He's the man.

Final Title Card: The lioness has rejoined her cub, and all is right in the jungle.

[first lines]
Bill: Do you find me sadistic? You know, Kiddo, I'd like to believe that you're aware enough even now to know that there's nothing sadistic in my actions. At this moment, this is me at my most masochistic.
The Bride: Bill, it's your baby.

[last lines]
a crew member: Ok, mark it. And action.
[man screams in pain]
a crew member: Cut.
The Bride: Oh, come on, let's do it again.
[a crew member laughs]

Jay: You're late again. Budd, can't you tell time?
Budd: There ain't nobody in here, man.
Larry Gomez: [voice; offscreen] Hey, Jay! Is Budd out there?
Jay: [yells] Yeah.
Larry Gomez: Tell him to get his fucking ass in here!
Jay: Okay!
Jay: Budd, Larry'd like a word with you.

Elle Driver: "Gargantuan". You know, I've always liked that word "gargantuan", I so rarely have the opportunity to use it in a sentence.

Elle Driver: Hmm, I'm sorry, Budd. That was rude of me, wasn't it? Budd, I'd like to introduce my friend, the black mamba. Black mamba, this is Budd.