On prend la même buse et on la décline cette fois avec Bruce Willis et Samuel Lee Jackson dans Die Hard :
Cela peut se décliner à l’infini.
Je ne sais pas si c’est le début ou la fin de l’émission mais le potentiel est assez phénoménal.
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Pulp Fiction: it ain’t the coffee in my kitchen…
Jules (Samuel L. Jackson): Hmm… God damn Jimmy! This some serious gourmet shit! Me and Vincent woulda been satisfied with some freeze-dried Taster’s Choice, right? Huh! And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavor is this?
Jimmy (Quentin Tarantino): Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: What?
Jimmy: I don’t need you to tell me how fuckin’ good my coffee is, okay? I’m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff ’cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you know what’s on my mind right now? It ain’t the coffee in my kitchen. It’s the dead nigger in my garage.
Quentin Tarantino Tribute
Voici un montage hommage à l’un des plus grands réalisateurs américains du XXème siècle, j’ai nommé Quentin Tarantino :
The Boss : “there has to be some civility in the world”
Internal Affairs Agent : Hang on ! (zooms in with binoculars)
This is one screwed-up crew…
Special Agent Derrick Vann (Samuel L. Jackson) : Alright… just so that there’s no confusion, here’s the deal : you’re in my world now not yours and in my world your responsibilities begin and end with me.
Andy Fidler (Eugene Levy): And what would these responsibilities be ?
Special Agent Derrick Vann : Well these guys think you want to badgun from them. I need you to meet them one more time and set up a bass so I can bust their ass.
Andy Fidler : Okay, I… I.. I’m developing a slight phobia about meeting these guys. The whole meeting thing, quite franky, is getting irritating – I have to be honest.
Look, I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to do. Why can’t I go ? Why does any of this have to do with me ???
Special Agent Derrick Vann : Because everytime these guys meet somebody new, they look out for the man. And you, most certainly do not look like the man.
Andy Fidler : Oooh I don’t look like the man… well thank you because that clears up… absolutely nothing ! Who… who’s the man ?
Special Agent Derrick Vann : The he, the pig, the poh-poh, 5-0, the undercover agent that’s gonna bust their ass ! You’re such a white ray son of a bitch these assholes trust you !
Andy Fidler : Well, you know, people do trust me.
Special Agent Derrick Vann : That’s not a compliment shit-stained !
Andy Fidler : Okay, you know what ? Why do you swear so much ? Do you think it makes you sound tougher ? When you just swear all the time ?
Special Agent Derrick Vann : Fuck you.
Andy Fidler : Okay that’s good. That’s really good. Really quality.
You know I could go around all day saying “f*** you”, “f*** this” and “f*** that” and “f***ing this, you motherf****r” but I don’t because there has to be some civility in the world.
So really there’s a trick you can use to curb that habit : everytime you feel like saying the f word just go ahead and say it and then add “crying out loud” :
“Fuck crying out loud”.
“Fock crying out loud”.
“Fock crying out loud”.
And before you know it, you’re saying “ooooh, for crying out loud”.
– The Man
When I pull the strings… you dance !
Andy Fidler (Eugene Levy): Do you have a plan?
Special Agent Derrick Vann (Samuel L. Jackson): … the hell is that supposed to mean?
Andy Fidler: If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. Just a little constructive criticism. Okay? That’s how two people working together…
Special Agent Derrick Vann: Wow wow wow wow !!! We’re NOT working together !!! So get that out of your mind. Nobody said we were working together.
Andy Fidler: Excuse me! YOU dragged me into this and I’m giving a speech at 10 AM tomorrow so the sooner you start treating me like a partner…
Special Agent Derrick Vann: Hey !!! We are NOT partners! Ain’t no way in the world that can happen!
Andy Fidler: Well, what am I then hmmm?
Special Agent Derrick Vann: What are you? You are my bitch, that’s what. My own personal bitch. I pulled you out of lock-up as an S.W.C. which means Suspect Who’s Cooperating, which means I own your ass, which means when I pull the strings, you dance! Till then, you sit there, keep your mouth shut and don’t say a word, like a puppet… you are!
– From The Man
Pulp Fiction : it’s the one that says “Bad Motherfucker”
Honey Bunny (Amanda Plummer): I wanna go home!
Jules (Samuel L. Jackson): Just hang in there, baby, you’re doing’ great, I’m proud of you and Ringo’s proud of you! It’s almost over. Tell her you’re proud!
Pumpkin (Tim Roth): I’m proud of you Honey Bunny.
Honey Bunny: I love you!
Pumpkin: I love you too Honey Bunny.
Jules : (to Pumpkin) Now. I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.
Pumpkin: Which one is it?
Jules: It’s the one that says Bad Motherfucker.
(Pumpkin seeks in the bag)
Jules: That’s it! That’s my bad motherfucker. Open it up and take out the money.
(Pumpkin opens the wallet, and takes the cash)
Jules: Count it!
(Pumpkin counts)
Jules: How much is there?
(Pumpkin counts again)
Pumpkin: About fifteen hundred dollars.
Jules: Okay, put it in your pocket, it’s yours. Now with the rest of those wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful little score eh?
– From Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction : “This was divine intervention…”
Shooter: [busting the door, emptying his gun] Die you motherfuckers !!!
[Gun clicks, no ammo left]
[Pause]
[Jules and Vincent look at each other then reply with their guns]
Vincent (John Travolta): [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn’t you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?
Jules (Samuel L. Jackson): Did you see the size of that gun right in front of us? It was bigger than him!
[Pauses]
We should be fucking dead man!
Vincent: I know, we was lucky.
Jules: No no no no… that just wasn’t luck.
Vincent: Yeah maybe.
Jules: This was divine intervention. You know what “divine intervention” is?
Vincent: I think so. That means that God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets?
Jules: That’s right! That’s exactly what it means. God came down from Heaven and stopped these motherfucking bullets.
Vincent: I think it’s time for us to leave Jules.
Jules: Don’t do that! Don’t fucking blow this shit up! What just happened here was a fucking miracle!
Vincent: Chill Jules, this shit happens.
Jules: Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn’t just happen.
Vincent: Do you want to continue this theological discussion in the car or in a jailhouse with the cops?
Jules: We should be fucking dead my friend! What happened here was a miracle and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!
Vincent: Alright, it was a miracle. Can we go now?
– From Pulp Fiction