I'm 60 years old, motherf***er!

[Johnny_Blaze_47]

http://images.dawgsports.com/images/admin/Samuel_L_Jackson_cool_with_gun.bmp

He's 60! Damn. Happy birthday, motherfucker!

[Darrin]

What's in the case?

[Biernutz]

What did you say MF----


http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb270/systime/Gifffs1234/samuel_L_Jackson.gif

[Spur-Addict]

Say what again, I dare ya, I double dare ya.

Does he look like a bitch?

What?

BANG!
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Classic!

[Twisted_Dawg]

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.


(For the blind that walk with the shepherd:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUT6s2fQGIw&feature=related

[samikeyp]

"What ain't no country I ever heard of, they speak english in What?" :lol

Happy Birthday, you bad mother fucker! :toast

[ORION]

http://www.mcpeepants.com/movies/promopulpfiction.avi

[monosylab1k]

He looks exactly the same as he did 15 years ago.

Black don't crack.

[spurs_fan_in_exile]

He and his family celebrated on his private jet where they had some motherfucking cake on his motherfucking plane.

[CuckingFunt]

http://www.mcpeepants.com/movies/promopulpfiction.avi

Brak + Meatwad = crazy awesome.

[balli]

Julius: Your pardon; did I break thy concentration?
Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
Allow me, then, to offer a retort.
Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
Brett: What?
Julius: What country dost thou hail from?
Brett: What?
Julius: Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What!
I know but naught of thy strange country What.
What language speak they in the land of What?
Brett: What?
Julius: English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
Brett: Aye!
Julius: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
Brett: What?
(JULIUS presses his knife to BRETT's throat)
Julius: Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again!
I dare thee utter 'What' again but once!
I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name!
Now, paint for me a portraiture in words,
If thou hast any in thy head but 'What',
Of Marsellus Wallace!
Brett: He is dark.
Julius: Aye, and what more?
Brett: His head is shaven bald.
Julius: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
Brett: What?
(JULIUS strikes with his blade and BRETT cries out)
Julius: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
Brett: Nay!
Julius: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
Brett: I did not!
Julius: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
Thou sought to rape him like a chattel whore!
And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
With aught save Lady Wallace.
http://pulpbard.wikispaces.com/Scene+8.2