I was about to watch Francis Ford Coppola’s little-seen You’re a Big Boy Now on Criterion, but you’ve convinced me—I’m forking over the rental and watching True Romance.
“I’d love some pie.” “-I think what you did was… -What? -I think what you did was… -What? -Was so romantic. -Oh, baby, you’re bleeding.”
“Son of a bitch was right. She tastes like a peach.”
“You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You can tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you.”
“You’re so cool. You’re so cool. You’re so cool.”