RESERVOIR DOGS (1992) PROMPTS
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what’s special? take you in the back and suck your dick?
she’s been fucked over a few times.
you’re acting like a first year fucking thief, i’m acting like a professional.
he probably thinks he’s a real cowboy.
stop pointing that fucking gun at my dad!
if you keep talking like a bitch, i’m gonna slap you like a bitch.
i will put fucking bullets right through your heart.
it’s a metaphor for big dicks.
all i asked was how does it go?
personally, i can do without her.
look, asshole, i didn’t say i ain’t heard of it.
hey, nobody’s trading with anybody!
it’s amusing, to me, to torture a cop.
he’s convinced me, gimme back my dollar!
my way or the highway, now what’s it gonna be?
it’s been quite a long time.
you gotta break that son of a bitch in two.
what the fuck was i talking about?
give me that fucking thing.
he don’t tip? what do you mean you don’t tip?
you can say anything you want, cause i’ve heard it all before.
are you gonna bark all day, lil’ doggie? or are you gonna bite?
if you shoot me in your dream you better wake up and apologize.
was that as good for you as it was for me?
this ain’t a goddamn city council meeting you know.
you kill that man, you die next.
you put that fucking gun down, now.
i’m talking morning, day, night, afternoon: dick, dick, dick.
i mean jesus christ, i was worried about mugshot possibilities as it was.
have you lost your fucking mind?
i can say i definitely didn’t do it, because i know what i did or didn’t do.
i don’t tip because society says i have to.
do you know what this is?
once she got into her “papa don’t preach” phase, i don’t know—i tuned out.
you have a cool sounding name.
if you wanna know something and he won’t tell you, cut off one of his fingers.
you’re making me lose my train of thought here.
we’re supposed to be fucking professionals!
she’s feeling something she ain’t felt since forever.
i’m sick of fucking hearing it, i’ll give it back when we leave.
i don’t wanna kill anybody.
i was saying something, what was it?
let’s just put our guns down, and let’s settle this with a fucking conversation.
yeah, that’s easy for you to say.
do they have a sheet on you where you’re from?
wait a minute, who didn’t throw in?
there’s no need for this.
listen kid, i’m not gonna bullshit you, all right?
managers know better than to fuck around.
i didn’t create the situation, i’m just dealing with it.
i’ll tip if someone really puts forth the effort.
now he knows a.) your name, b.) what you look like, c.) where you’re from and d.) what your specialty is.
all right ramblers, let’s get rambling!
you have no idea what you’re talking about.
i’m hungry. let’s get a taco.
i found this old address book in a jacket i ain’t worn.
you’re making a terrible mistake, and i’m not gonna let you make it.
yeah she was nice, but she wasn’t anything special.
i don’t know what to tell you.
come on, guys! nobody wants this.
excuse me for not being the world’s biggest madonna fan.
if you beat this prick long enough he’ll say he started the goddamn chicago fire, but that don’t necessarily make it fucking so.
i tried it once and it doesn’t work.
hey what the hell do you think you’re doing?
if i gotta get out that door, and you’re standing in my way—one way or the other, you’re getting outta my way.
it’s beneath me you know, let’s move on.
tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.
“too busy” shouldn’t be in a waitress’ vocabulary.
who cares what your name is?
all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain’t gonna get.
for the past 15 minutes you have been droning on about names.
i don’t give a good fuck what you know or don’t know, but i’m gonna torture you anyway, regardless.
what do you mean when we leave?
god damn you! don’t make me do this!
it’s my personal favourite.
