Walter Bruce Willis (born March 19, 1955) is a German-born American actor, producer, and musician. His career began in television in the 1980s and has continued both in television and film since, including comedic, dramatic, and action roles. He is well known for the role of John McClane in the Die Hard series, which were mostly critical and uniformly financial successes. He has also appeared in over sixty films, including box office successes like Pulp Fiction (1994), 12 Monkeys (1995), The Fifth Element (1997), Armageddon (1998), The Sixth Sense (1999), Unbreakable (2000), Sin City (2005), Over the Hedge (2006) and Red (2010).
Motion pictures featuring Willis have grossed US$2.64 billion to 3.05 billion at North American box offices, making him the ninth highest-grossing actor in a leading role and twelfth highest including supporting roles. He is a two-time Emmy Award–winning, Golden Globe Award–winning and four-time Saturn Award–nominated actor. Willis was married to actress Demi Moore and they had three daughters before their divorce in 2000, following thirteen years of marriage. He is currently married to model Emma Heming, with whom he has one daughter.
John Joseph Travolta (born February 18, 1954) is an American actor, dancer, and singer. Travolta first became known in the 1970s, after appearing on the television series Welcome Back, Kotter and starring in the box office successes Saturday Night Fever and Grease. Travolta's acting career declined in the early 1980s and continued to deteriorate for the rest of the decade. His career enjoyed a resurgence in the 1990s with his role in Pulp Fiction, and he has since continued starring in Hollywood films, including Face/Off, Ladder 49, and Wild Hogs. Travolta was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction. He won the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor - Motion Picture Musical or Comedy for his performance in Get Shorty.
Travolta, the youngest of six children, was born and raised in Englewood, New Jersey, an inner-ring suburb of New York City. His father, Salvatore Travolta (November 1912 – May 1995), was a semi-professional American football player turned tire salesman and partner in a tire company. His mother, Helen Cecilia (née Burke, January 1912 – December 1978), was an actress and singer who had appeared in The Sunshine Sisters, a radio vocal group, and acted and directed before becoming a high school drama and English teacher. His siblings, Joey, Ellen, Ann, Margaret, and Sam Travolta, have all acted. His father was a second-generation Italian American and his mother was Irish American; he grew up in an Irish-American neighborhood and has said that his household was predominantly Irish in culture. He was raised Roman Catholic, but converted to Scientology in 1975.
Morgan Freeman: [about "Bonfire of the Vanities"] When an airliner crashes, they say that it's usually caused by a series of mishaps.
Plot
Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega are two hitmen who are out to retrieve a suitcase stolen from their employer, mob boss Marsellus Wallace. Wallace has also asked Vincent to take his wife Mia out a few days later when Wallace himself will be out of town. Butch Coolidge is an aging boxer who is paid by Wallace to lose his next fight. The lives of these seemingly unrelated people are woven together comprising of a series of funny, bizarre and uncalled-for incidents.
Keywords: 1970s, 1990s, abdomen-slashed, accidental-killing, accidental-shooting, actor-director, actor-director-writer, actress, adrenaline, african-american
Girls like me don't make invitations like this to just anyone!
You won't know the facts until you've seen the fiction.
From the creators of 'True Romance' & 'Reservoir Dogs'
I don't smile for pictures.
Just because you are a character doesn't mean you have character.
Esmeralda: What is your name?::Butch: Butch.::Esmeralda: What does it mean?::Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
Butch: Will you hand me a towel, miss beautiful tulip?::Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it.::Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.
Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at?::Marvin: It's over th...::Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?::Roger: It's in the cupboard. [Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard] No, no, the one by your kn-knees.::Jules: We happy? [Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents] Vincent! We happy?::Vincent: Yeah, we happy.::Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours...::Jules: My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.::Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...::Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?::Brett: What?::Jules: What country are you from?::Brett: What? What? Wh - ?::Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?::Brett: What?::Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?::Brett: Yes! Yes!::Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!::Brett: Yes!::Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!::Brett: What?::Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Pumpkin: The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we've got this guy's little girl, if you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her.::Yolanda: Did it work?::Pumpkin: Fucking-A right, it worked. That's what I'm saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone. Cleans the place out, doesn't even lift a fucking finger.::Yolanda: Did they hurt the little girl?::Pumpkin: I don't know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn't the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.
Jules: Hey kids! How you boys doin'? [to man laying on the couch] Hey, keep chillin'. You know who we are? We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don't you? Let me take a wild guess here. You're Brett, right?::Brett: Yeah.::Jules: I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don't you, Brett?::Brett: Yeah, yeah, I remember him.::Jules: Good. Looks like me an Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?::Brett: Hamburgers.::Jules: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers?::Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers.::Jules: No, no no, where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?::Brett: Big Kahuna Burger.::Jules: Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they?::Brett: They're good.::Jules: Mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right? [Picks up burger and takes a bite] Mmm-mmmm. That is a tasty burger. Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger? [Vincent shakes his head] Wanna bite? They're real tasty.::Vincent: Ain't hungry.::Jules: Well, if you like burgers give 'em a try sometime. I can't usually get 'em myself because my girlfriend's a vegitarian which pretty much makes me a vegitarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mm-mm-mm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?::Brett: No.::Jules: Tell 'em, Vincent.::Vincent: A Royale with cheese.::Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?::Brett: Because of the metric system?::Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right. The metric system. What's in this?::Brett: Sprite.::Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?::Brett: Go right ahead.::Jules: Ah, hit the spot.
Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]::Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?::Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.::Jules: [pause] What?::Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.::Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...::Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?::Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...::Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?::Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.::Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?::Jules: Why?::Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
I never meant to intend
All the words that I spent
It’s sort of unlock your minds
And all the things that I do
So called act but its true
So let this scumbag to speak
But I guess its kinda went wrong
This is the risk of saying too much
This is the risk of acting too much
Believe I understand the impulse to pull the trigger
It is the world that seems to
Have a problem with me
They judge me before they even know me
Sweet chat, friendly face, proper act
That just not my cup of tea
It is sad to see us in the uniform
While our county get raped
By so called culture in judging people
This is the risk of saying too much
This is the risk of acting too much
Why you go to the place u supposed to be?
Why you kissed the guy you meant to be?
Is that free?
Your beauty is clear to me..
When life judge us mel finally..
When it hurts so bad oo currently..
Well I can see..its all became a misery..
That’s all I can see..
Stop stop.. stop making fun of us
Shout shout,,there’s no way you gonna stop us..
When there’s no where else to go
And the beatings gone to far
Be assure to wear a mask
Not a soul could see your face
Make a mask from your own face
Without scars and bruises too
I believe its not a sin
Hide the truth and keep a smile
Everything will be just fine
Everyone thinks you r all right
Pretend life just a play
Pretend like they r consider you
Pretend don’t mind the pain
Pretend hey now I just don’t care
Disappointments are off course
From things you do not expect
Suit yourself in what u like
Play some cards and make a bet
Corpses buried and they r rot
Scouts are trained to tie a knot
Always hard to make a change
It’s a lousy room. in a lousy part of a lousy town
For a moment I wonder..
Do women defend themselves by attacking?
Just as they attack by strange and sudden
Surrenders..
Its sentimental tacky trap..
We’re just a bunch of sad..
Regret is such a waste of time
You make yourself to available
It never hurts to grease the wheels just a little..
You’re trying to tell my future
You’re looking on the wrong side
You were expecting to see someone you trusted and
met the enemy instead
Should have pocked her in the whiskers
When you. When you had the chance
There’s no bounce of excitement
No whispers or a thrill
I know you want but u deny
Why u?
Make it all more worse
It’ll make u miss out what a really important in this
world
Sing with a rapture and dance like a dervish
U r incredible
Just incredible
U r the biggest shot
My lass
I have so many things to confess
It’s been here with me for an age
But I drove it too far
As I know
I’m just wondering
Would it make any different at all?
If I never existed?
If I never existed?
The box is locked, o it is dangerous
There’s no window so I can’t see what’s in there
There is only a little grid
No exit
Reveal everything there is to know
About yourself
And let the chips fall where they may
I think it’s important to be lucky in anything
Let me get straight…
Everybody’s afraid to admit what big part luck plays
All existence is here by blind chance
No design
No purpose
So I guess
This is where
I tell you what I learned
Welcome to the world of the emotionally mature
It’s a nice place to visit
Try out something for once in your life
Do something about it
You better do it now and do it fast
O lord please hear me
This shite is killing me
The anger just came up into my blood
And I just can’t take it anymore
Those orange folks
The are plumb the are dumb
The fill me with great vengeance and furious anger
But we must be enemies
Stop
Stop teasing me
You are gonna drive me mad
So don’t blow that smoke into my eyes
Stop
Interrupting me
Stand your ground
And fight!
I’m addicted to blues since ever since
And sometime irrational acts comes off coz this addiction
Why I just can’t love the blues and you shut the fuck up
Remember those crap that people talking to you?
It sticks to your mind like a gunshot wound
That never fucking heal
Thinking, maybe sort of practice you’ve forgotten how
People expected a lot from you
So what will you do?
Sometimes you can’t stand the pressure
Lies are your only company
You know when u just cant face the world..
So please…
Save me
Alone..
You are alone
You never been so alone in your life
I’m not something u supposed to think about
I have this planet of regret
Sitting on my shoulder
Sometimes you can’t stand the pressure
Lies are your only company
You know when u just cant face the world..
So please..
I can’t stand the fact that is weird being me nowadays
They said,
“There’s no sense
Living your life
Without this, you haven’t live at all,
u better act like your age!”
At one point I looked down,
Do I really need this?
Lighting could strike,
“It’s worth the wait”
Does it determine whether you are happy or not?
Do I really need this?
Precious I
I forgot everything I’ve done
Well I’m not brave enough, I’m not brave enough
I’m tired of
Everything else for that
But I don’t ever seem
To get tired of you
Fantasies, they don’t really exist
Its no surprises, ain’t gonna deliver
It’s all for you-
For the time that you gave for me
For the person you are
For the person you are
Keep saying, encouraging me to be close, me to be close
Take your moment, don’t be arrogant
It’s happened here in the world we are live in
Worst abuses imaginable
Raised and killed
For its budget
Yes, we are torturing another living creature
Those who can feel the pain just like us
Yes. We are abusing another living creature
Those who can feel the same pain just like us
They have values of their lives and fight the knife
Have a heart and stop the holocaust
The more you know the less you’ll eat the less you r
abusing them
Have a heart,
Stop the holocaust…
Pain, pleasure, and motherly love
They can feel just the way we feel
This senseless torture has crossed the line
You better think my friend
They do need your voices
Yes, we are torturing another living creature
Those who can feel the pain just like us
Yes. We are abusing another living creature
Those who can feel the same pain just like us
They have values of their lives and fight the knife
Have a heart and stop the holocaust
The more you know the less you’ll eat the less you r
abusing them
Have a heart,
Stop the holocaust…
Have a heart,
Stop the holocaust…
Have a heart,
Stop the holocaust…
The worst abuses imaginable..
This thing is awesome mate, you’ll never know
By the time there is no reason to be laugh at, he is
there
Square face, kiss some ass
I called you the stupid thing, who owe me a god damn
thing
Boys love you coz your laughing, girls hate you coz u’re
annoying
Your mouths like a machine, o boy u make me laughing
Now its time for you to chillin and listen to the words
I’ll say
Idiot soul with toy that we called
No one there could stop you
Well I don’t know what will happened to my world if you
never exist
I’m just wondering, what you made of
Coz it seem all the part of you body could laughing and
talking