Mark Dargus: Cut to 13 years later, you're 44 years of age. You're flying for the shittiest-little-shuttle-fucking piece of shit Mexican airline that there is.

Max Cherry: Half a million dollars will always be missed.

Ordell Robbie: Is she dead, yes or no?
Louis: Pretty much.

Ordell Robbie: I got this young nineteen year old country girl named Sheranda. I found her on a bus stop two days outta Georgia, barefoot, country as a chicken coop. I took her to my place in Compton, told her it was Hollywood.
Louis: She believed you?
Ordell Robbie: Hell yeah! To her dumb country ass, Compton is Hollywood; closest she's ever been anyway.

Louis: Who's that?
Ordell Robbie: That's Beaumont.
Louis: Who's Beaumont?
Ordell Robbie: An employee I had to let go.
Louis: What'd he do?
Ordell Robbie: He put himself in a position where he was going to have to do ten years in prison, that's what he did. And if you know Beaumont, you know ain't no god damn way he can do ten years. And if you know that, then you know Beaumont's gonna do anything Beaumont can to keep from doing them ten years, including telling the federal government any and every motherfucking thing about my black ass. Now that my friend is a clear cut case of him or me. And you best believe it ain't gonna be me.

Jackie Brown: Shut your raggedy-ass up, and sit the fuck down!

Beaumont: Man, you must be out of your fuckin' mind if you think I'm gonna get in this dirty-ass trunk.
Ordell Robbie: We ain't going nowhere but to Koreatown, man. You ain't gonna be locked in here no more than ten minutes.
Beaumont: I ain't ridin' in no trunk for no minute, man.

[After shooting Louis]
Ordell Robbie: What the fuck happened to you, man? Shit, your ass used to be beautiful!

Beaumont: I'm still scared as a motherfucker, O.D. They talking like they serious as hell giving me time for that machine gun shit.
Ordell Robbie: Aw, come on, man, they just trying to put a fright in your ass.
Beaumont: Well, if that's what they doin', they done did it.
Ordell Robbie: How old is that machine gun shit?
Beaumont: About three years...
Ordell Robbie: Three years? That's a old crime, man! They ain't got enough room for all the niggers running around killing people now!

Winston: I don't have to know what I'm doing, just so long as you know.
Max Cherry: I think I do. Good enough?
Winston: You bet.

Beaumont: I just ain't getting in no goddamn, dirty-ass trunk man. I got a problem with small places.
Ordell Robbie: Well I got a problem with spending ten thousand dollars on ungrateful, peanut-head niggers to get 'em out of jail, but I did it!

[As Max Cherry exits the bathroom.]
Ordell Robbie: Uh uh uh... I didn't hear you wash your hands.

Ordell Robbie: I'm as serious as a heart attack.

[Louis has forgotten where he parked]
Melanie: Jesus, but if you two are not the biggest pair of fuck-ups I've ever met in my entire life. How did you ever rob a bank? When you robbed banks, did you forget where your car was then too? No wonder you went to jail.

Max Cherry: Is white guilt supposed to make me forget that I run a business?

[Melanie and Louis are fighting over a bag of Ordell's money]
Louis: Gimme the bag...
Melanie: Watch it dipshit, you wanna rip the fucking bag.
Louis: Gimme that bag before I knock you out and take it.
Melanie: Okay take it. Jesus, what's wrong with you?
Louis: I'm carrying it.
Melanie: Okay, you got it. Just take a chill pill for Christ's sake.
Louis: Fuck you with your chill pill.

[Ray Nicolet and Jackie Brown are discussing Ordell Robbi's business]
Jackie Brown: He sells guns.
Ray Nicolet: You ever see him sell guns?
Jackie Brown: No.
Ray Nicolet: Then how do you know he sells guns?
Jackie Brown: He told me. Besides, why else would an ATF man be after him?

Melanie: When did you get ouf of jail?
Louis: Four days ago.
Melanie: Where at?
Louis: Susanville.
Melanie: How long?
Louis: Two months shy of four years.
Melanie: Four years?
Louis: Uh huh.
Melanie: What for?
Louis: Bank robbery.
Melanie: Really? I'm impressed.

Ordell Robbie: My ass may be dumb, but I ain't no dumbass.

Ordell Robbie: AK-47. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room. Accept no substitutes.

Ordell Robbie: Look, I hate to be the kinda nigga does a nigga a favor, then, BAM!, hits a nigga up for a favor in return. But I'm afraid I gotta be that kinda nigga.
Beaumont: What?
Ordell Robbie: I need a favor.

Ordell Robbie: That shit'll rob you of your ambitions
Melanie: Not if your ambition is to get high and watch TV.

Max Cherry: I'll bet, besides maybe an afro, you look exactly how you did at 29.
Jackie Brown: Well, my ass aint the same.
Max Cherry: Bigger?
Jackie Brown: Yeah.
Max Cherry: Aint nothin' wrong with that!

Ordell Robbie: Now that there is the Tech-9, a crappy spray gun from South Miami. This gun is advertised as the most popular gun in American crime. Do you believe that shit? It actually says that in the little book that comes with it: the most popular gun in American crime. Like they're actually proud of that shit.

Ordell Robbie: Girl, don't make me put my foot in your ass.

Ordell Robbie: Try not to tear his clothes off, OK? They're new.

Jackie Brown: Now sooner or later, they're gonna get around to offering me a plea deal, and you know it. That's why you came here to kill me.
Ordell Robbie: I ain't come here to kill you--
Jackie Brown: No, no, it's OK, it's OK! I forgive you.

Jackie Brown: Now sooner or later, they're gonna get around to offering me a plea deal, and you know it. That's why you came here to kill me.
Ordell Robbie: I ain't come here to kill you-
Jackie Brown: No, no, it's OK, it's OK! I forgive you.

Ordell Robbie: Is that what I think it is?
Jackie Brown: Well, what do you think it is?
Ordell Robbie: I think it's a gun pressed up against my dick.
Jackie Brown: Well, you thought right. Now take your hands off from around my throat, nigga.

Winston: Look man, there's only three reasons why you can't make your court date. One, you're in a hospital. Two, you're in jail. Three, your ass is dead.

Ordell Robbie: This you and me talking, is this like a lawyer-client thing, and you can't repeat nothing I tell you?
Max Cherry: You're not my client until you get busted and I bond you out.
Ordell Robbie: Well, if we ain't got no -- what's that shit called? -- confidentiality, why should I tell you a thing?
Max Cherry: Because you want me to know what a slick guy you are. You got stewardesses bringing you fifty grand.
Ordell Robbie: Now why would a stewardess be bringing me fifty grand?
Max Cherry: Now you want me to speculate on what you do. My guess is you're in the drug business, except the money's moving the wrong way. Whatever you're into, you seem to be getting away with it, so more power to you.

Ordell Robbie: Now Jackie can tell me any fucking story that comes into her pretty little head, just so long as at the end of that story she hands me my motherfucking money.

Winston: I don't have to know what I'm doing, just so long as you know.
Max Cherry: I think I do. Good enough?
Winston: You bet.