You have a corpse in a car, minus a head, in the garage. Take me to it.

I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.

Toluca Lake. It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

Of course, just because you are a character, doesn't mean you have character.

Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight, Buster. I'm not here to say please. I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, you better fuckin' do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help's not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No no Mr. Wolfe, it's not like that. Your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent: Look Mr Wolfe, I respect you. I just don't like people barking orders at me, that's all.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you two guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So, pretty please, with sugar on top... clean the fuckin' car!

Now I drive real fuckin' fast, so keep up. If I get my car back any different than I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.

Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.

You know what you two look like? Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody's head. Stripping off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary.