"I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good... in my pants"
"Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is irrelevant. What is relevant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved... in my pants."
"So, pretty please - with sugar on top ... clean the fuckin' car! .. in my pants!"
Ya know? Pulp Fiction just works well hehehe.
"But the Gimp's sleeping... in my pants."