Uma Thurman Monologues

No, no, no, no, no. No, to get even, even-Steven... I would have to kill you... go up to Nikki's room, kill her... then wait for your husband, the good Dr. Bell, to come home and kill him. That would be even, Vernita. That'd be about square.

It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that I'm sorry. But you can take my word for it, your mother had it comin'. When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting.

As I said before, I've allowed you to keep your wicked life for two reasons. And the second reason is so you can tell him in person everything that happened here tonight. I want him to witness the extent of my mercy by witnessing your deformed body. I want you to tell him all the information you just told me. I want him to know what I know. I want him to know I want him to know. And I want them all to know they'll all soon be as dead as O-Ren.

As I lay in the back of Buck's truck, trying to will my limbs out of entropy, I could see the faces of the cunts that did this to me and the dicks responsible. Members all of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad. When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other, that not only does God exist, you're doing His will.

Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe.

I've kept you alive for two reasons. And the first reason is information.

But I am gonna ask you questions. And every time you don't give me answers, I'm gonna cut something off. And I promise you, they will be things you will miss. Give me your other arm!

Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no wish to murder you in front of your daughter doesn't mean that parading her around in front of me will inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business. And not a goddamned thing you've done in the subsequent four years including getting knocked up is going to change that.

Because my vermin is a former student of yours. And considering the student, I'd say you have a rather large obligation.

Those of you lucky enough to have your lives, take them with you. However, leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me now.

Gogo may be young; but, what she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness.

It was one year after the massacre in El Paso, Texas, that Bill backed his Nippon progeny financially and philosophically in her Shakespearian in magnitude power struggle with the other yakuza clans over who would rule vice in the city of Tokyo. When the final sword was sheathed it was O-Ren Ishii and her powerful posse.

She swore revenge. Luckily for her, Boss Matsumoto was a pedophile. At 11, she got her revenge.

Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.

I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.

Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?

Oooh! This doesn't sound like the usual mindless boring getting to know you chit chat. It sounds like you actually have something to say.

No. No, no. You can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're going to ask me. So you can go ahead and ask me what you're going to ask me, and my natural response could be to get offended, then through no fault of my own I would have broken my promise.

You heard Marcellus threw Tony Rocky Horror out a four story window for giving me a foot massage? And you believe that?

A husband being protective of his wife is one thing, a husband almost killing another man for touching his wife's feet is something else.

The only thing Antoine ever touched of mine was my hand, when he shook it, at my wedding.

Truth is, nobody knows why Marcellus threw Tony out of that four story window except Marcellus and Tony. When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle.