Reservoir Dogs

Every dog has his day.

"I've been here a long fucking time and she's only refilled my coffee three times. I think she should be able to refill my coffee at least six times."
"Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but I think the last fucking thing you need is another cup of coffee."

    --  Mr. Pink and Nice Guy Eddie
 

"Do you know what this is? Its the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses."

    --  Mr. Pink
 

"All right ramblers, let's get rambling!"

    --  Joe
 

"Mr. Brown? That sounds too much like Mr. Shit.

    --  Mr. Brown
 

"Why am I Mr. Pink?"

    --  Mr. Pink
 

"Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!"

    --  Mr. Pink
 

"Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, allright? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get."

    --  Mr. Blonde
 

"Hey what's goin' on? Can you hear that?"

    --  Mr. Blonde
 

"For all I know, you're the rat."
"For all I know you're the fucking rat!"
"All right, now you're using your fucking head!"

    --  Mr. Pink and Mr. White
 

"You don't need proof when you have instinct."

    --  Joe
 

"Fuck you! Fuck you! I'm fucking dying here! I'm fucking dying!"

    --  Mr. Orange
 

"Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?"
"What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?"
"Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?"

    --  Mr. Blonde and Mr. White
 

"Well, he knows a little about me."
"You didn't tell him your name, did you?"
"I told him my first name, and where I'm from."
"Why?"
"I told him where I was from a few days ago. It was just a casual conversation."
"And what was tellin' him your name when you weren't supposed to?"
"He asked.  We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin' fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, tellin' him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? 'Sorry, I can't give out that information! It's against the rules! I don't trust you enough!'"
    --  Mr Pink and Mr. White