RESERVOIR DOGS  

- Why am I Mr. Pink?
- Because you're a faggot! All right?

- Why can't we pick our own colors?
- No way.

-No way. Tried it once.It doesn't work.

-You get four guys all fightin' over who gets to be Mr. Black.

- They don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down.

- No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink.

- Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.

- But Mr. Brown, that's too close to Mr. Shit.

- Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy.

-How about Mr. Purple?

-That's sounds good. I'll be Mr. Purple.

-You're not Mr. Purple.

- Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!

-Who cares what your name is?

-Easy for you to say. You're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name.

-If it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?

-Nobody's tradin' with anybody.

-This ain't a goddamn fuckin' city council meeting, you know.

-Now listen up, Mr. Pink.

-There's two ways you can go on this job
-my way or the highway.

-What's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

-Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin' forget about it.

- It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.

-I'll move on when I feel like it.

-Do all you guys got the goddamn message?

-I'm so goddamn mad hollerin' at you guys, I can hardly talk.

-Let's go to work.