Toilets Back Up Again Bud Kill Bill

Kill Nib vol.2
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The Bride: Looked dead, didn't 50? Well, l wasn't. Just it wasn't from lack of trying, 50 tin can tell you that.
Actually, Nib'due south last bullet put me in a coma. A coma fifty was to prevarication in for four years.
When 50 woke up, fifty went on what the pic advertisements refer to as "a roaring binge of revenge." I roared, and fifty rampaged, and l got encarmine satisfaction. I've killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point, but fifty've simply one more than. The last one. The one fifty'm driving to right now. The only i left. And when l arrive at my destination, I am gonna impale Bill.

Rufus: I was a Drell, l was a Drifter, fifty was a Coaster, I was office of the Gang, l was a Bar-Kay. If they come through Texas, l done played with 'em.

The Bride: How did you detect me?
Beak: l'chiliad the homo.

Bill: I happen to exist, more or less, particular whom my gal marries.

The Bride: You'll find it a bit alone on my side.
Nib: Your side ever was a bit lonely but l wouldn't sit down anywhere else.

The Bride: Practise l await pretty?

Bill: They just chosen themselves "The Crazy 88".
Budd: How come?
Bill: 50 don't know. I guess they thought information technology sounded absurd.

Budd: Them Japs sure know how to concur a grudge, don't they? Or mayhap... you only tend to bring that out in people.

Budd: That woman deserves her revenge and...we deserve to dice. But then over again...so does she. So l guess...we'll just see. Won't we?

Larry: What are yous trying to convince me of, exactly? That you're as useless every bit an asshole right here?

Larry: It's calendar time! Calendar time for Buddy!

Rocket: Yeah, Budd, honey...the toilet is at it once more. In that location's shitty water all over the flooring.
Budd: Ok... Rocket. 50'll make clean it up.

Budd: Not havin' tits as fine or as large as yours, I can't even imagine how bad that shit must sting. Withal... l don't want to, neither. I win.

Elle Driver: Neb.
Budd: Wrong brother, you hateful bitch.
Elle Driver: Budd.
Budd: Bingo.
Elle Driver: And to what do l owe this dubious pleasance?

Budd: Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey.

Budd: This is for breakin' my brother's heart.

Pai Mei: [in cantonese] Your Standard mandarin is lousy. It causes my ears discomfort. You bray like an donkey!

Pai Mei: [in cantonese] From here yous can get an first-class view of my foot.

Pai Mei: [in cantonese] Similar all Yankee women all you tin practice is order in restaurants and spend a man's coin!

The Helpmate: Ok, Pai Mei. Hither l come up.

The Helpmate: May I accept a glass of h2o, please?

Elle Driver: The corporeality of venom that can exist delivered from a single bite can exist gargantuan. Y'all know, fifty've always liked that word, "gargantuan." l and so rarely accept an opportunity to use it in a sentence.

Elle Commuter: Right at this moment the biggest "R" l feel is regret.
Regret that perchance the greatest warrior l have ever met, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub, alkie, piece of shit like you. That adult female deserved improve.

Elle Commuter: That's right. l killed your principal. And now 50'm gonna impale you, too. With your own sword, no less.
Which, in the very firsthand hereafter, will become my sword.
The Bride: Bitch...you lot don't have a future.

Esteban Vihaio: l must warn you, young lady...l am susceptible to flattery.

B.B.: Did you lot dream of me? l dreamed of you lot.
The Bride: Every single nighttime, baby. Every unmarried night.

B.B.: You lot're the most beautifulest woman l ever saw in the whole wide globe.

Bill: Some things, once you do, they tin never be undone.

The Bride: What the fuck did you just shoot me with?

The Helpmate: Are you calling me a superhero?
Pecker: 50'thou calling you a killer. A natural born killer.

The Helpmate: You pretty good with that shotgun?
Karen Kim: Non that fifty have to be at this range just 50'thousand a fuckin' surgeon with this shotgun.
The Helpmate: Well, guess what, bitch? l'm better than Annie Oakley and l got you right in my sight.

The Helpmate: Any other time you'd be 100 percent right. This fourth dimension you're 100 percent wrong.

Karen Kim: Congratulations.

The Bride: You know, five years ago, if l had to make a listing of impossible things that could never happen, y'all performing a coup de grâce on me by bustin' a cap in my crown would've been right at the summit of the list.

The Bride: You overreacted?

Nib: 50'grand a killer. l'm a murdering bastard. You know that. And at that place are consequences to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard. You experienced some of them.