Amazon Prime Video original film Kill Bill was released October 10th, 2003.
The #KillBill movies made $335M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 85%
metacritic: 69
imdb: 8.2
golden globes: 1 nomination
The Bride
Arlene Machiavelli is an assassin based out of El Paso, Texas.
Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama
1 nomination: 2004
“Bill… it’s your baby. Hi, honey. I’m [bleep]. What’s your name? Nikki. Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl. How old are you, Nikki? 4 years old, eh? You know, I had a little girl once. She’d be about 4 now. Yeah. Sure. This Pasadena homemaker’s name is Jeanne Bell. Her husband is Dr. Lawrence Bell. But back when we were acquainted, four years ago, her name was Vernita Green. Her code name was Copperhead. Mine, Black Mamba. Do you have a towel? Thanks. Yeah. You suppose correctly. You can relax for now. I’m not gonna murder you in front of your child, okay? It’s mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality. No, no, no, no, no. No. To get even — even Stephen — I would have to kill you. Go up to Nikki’s room, kill her, then wait for your husband, the good Dr. Bell, to come home, and kill him. That would be even, Vernita. That’d be about square. Oh, great. I don’t care. Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no wish to murder you before the eyes of your daughter does not mean that parading her around in front of me is gonna inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business. And not a goddamn fucking thing you’ve done in the subsequent four years, including getting knocked up, is gonna change that. It all depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Splendid. Where?” — The Bride
“Bill always aid you were one of the best ladies he ever saw with an edge weapon. Weapon of choice? Hey, if you want to stick with your butcher knife, that’s fine with me. It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that, I’m sorry. But you can take my word for it. Your mother had it coming. When you grow up… if you still feel raw about it… I’ll be waiting.” — The Bride
“Bill, it’s your baby. Four years. Where’s Bill?! Where’s Bill?! Where’s Bill?! Bullshit! Your name is Buck. Right? And you came here to fuck. Right? ‘Pussy Wagon.’ You fucker. Texas. Okay. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. Wiggle your big toe. As I lay in the back of Buck’s truck, trying to will my limbs out of entropy… wiggle your big toe. …I could see the faces of the cunts who did this to me. And the dicks responsible. Members all of the Deadly Viper assassination squad. When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other that not only does God exist, you’re doing his will. At a time when I knew the least about my enemies, the first name on my death list, O-Ren Ishii, was the easiest to find. But, of course, when one manages the difficult task of becoming queen of the Tokyo underworld, one doesn’t keep it a secret, does one?” — The Bride
“O-Ren Ishii was born on an American military base in Tokyo, Japan. The half-Japanese, half-Chinese American army brat made her first acquaintance with death at the age of 9. It was at that age she witnessed the death of her parents at the hands of Japan’s most ruthless Yakuza boss, Boss Matsumoto. She swore revenge. Luckily for her, Boss Matsumoto was a pedophile. At 11, she got her revenge. By 20, she was one of the top female assassins in the world. At 25, she did her part in the killing of nine innocent people, including my unborn daughter, in a small wedding chapel in El Paso, Texas. But on that day four years ago she made one big mistake. She should have killed 10. However, before satisfaction would be mine, first things first. Wiggle your big toe. Hard part’s over. Now, let’s get these other piggies wiggling.” — The Bride
Elle Driver
“I might never have liked you. Point in fact, I despise you. But that shouldn’t suggest that I don’t respect you. Dying in our sleep is a luxury that our kind is rarely afforded. My gift to you. For fuck’s sake. Hello, Bill. Comatose. I’m standing over her right now. What?! Oh, you don’t owe her shit! You don’t owe her shit! Speak. I guess. No. I don’t really have to guess. I know. Affirmative. I love you, too. Bye-bye. Thought that was pretty fucking funny, didn’t you? Mmm? Word of advice, shithead. Don’t you ever wake up.”
Hattori Hanzo
“For those regarded as warriors… when engaged in combat… the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior’s only concern. Suppress all human emotion and compassion… …kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God, or Buddha himself. This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat.”
Vernita Green / Nikki Bell
“Coming! Sarah, I cannot believe you are early. What are you gonna do now, huh? What you got? I got your ass! Remember that? Huh? Remember? Okay. Come on, bitch. Come on. Bring it on.”
“Mommy, I’m home. Hey, baby. How was school? Mommy, what happened to you and the TV room? Oh. That good-for-nothing dog of yours has got his little ass in the living room and acted a damn fool. That’s what happened, baby. Barney did this? Baby… now, you can’t come in here. There’s broken glass everywhere, and you could cut yourself. This is an old friend of Mommy’s I ain’t seen in a long time. Her name is Nikki. Nikki… [bleep] asked you a question. I’m 4. Now, baby, me and mommy’s friend got some grown-up talk to talk about. Now, baby, me and mommy’s friend got some grown-up talk to talk about. So you can go in your room now and I want you to leave us alone till I tell you to come out. Okay? Nikkia! In your room. Now.”
“You want some coffee? Yeah. You still take cream and sugar, right? So I suppose it’s a little late for an apology, huh? Look, bitch, I need to know if you’re gonna start any more shit around my baby girl. That’s being more rational than Bill led me to believe you were capable of. Look. I know I fucked you over. I fucked you over bad. I wish to God I hadn’t, but I did. You have every right to want to get even. Look, if I could go back in a machine, I would. But I can’t. All I can tell you is that I’m a different person now. Be that as it may, I know I don’t deserve your mercy or your forgiveness. However, I beseech you for both on behalf of my daughter. So when do we do this? How about tonight, bitch? There’s a baseball diamond where I coach our little league about a mile from here. We meet there around 2:30 in the morning, dressed all in black, your hair in a black stocking. And we have us a knife fight. We won’t be bothered. Now… I have to fix Nikki’s cereal.”
“Fuck you, bitch. I know he didn’t qualify that shit. So you can just kiss my motherfucking ass, Black Mamba. Black Mamba. I should have been motherfucking Black Mamba. Very funny, bitch. Very funny!”
El Paso, Texas
“Well, give me the gory details, son number one. It’s a goddamn massacre, pop. They wiped out the whole wedding party, execution style. Give me a figure. Nine dead bodies. And we’re talking the whole shebang. Bride. Groom. Reverend. Reverend’s wife. Hell, they even shot that old colored fella that plays the organ. It would appear to me somebody objected to this union and wasn’t able to hold their peace. Good gravy, Marie. What’d I tell you, pop? It’s like a goddamn Nicaraguan Death Squad. You better shit-can that blasphemy, boy. You’re in a house of worship. Sorry, pop. Well, this is definitely the work of professionals. I’d guesstimate Mexican mafia hit squad. Four, maybe five strong. How can you tell? Well, a sure and steady hand did this. This ain’t no squirrely amateur. This is the work of a salty dog. You can tell by the cleanliness of the carnage. Now, a kill-crazy rampage, though it may be, all the colors are kept inside the lines. If you was a moron, you could almost admire it. Who’s the bride? Don’t know. The name on the marriage certificate is Arlene Machiavelli. That’s a fake. We’ve all just been calling her ‘the bride’ on account of the dress. You can tell she was pregnant. Man would have to be a mad dog to shoot a goddamn good-looking gal like that in the head. Look at her. Hay-colored hair. Big eyes. She’s a little blood-spattered angel. Son number one? Yeah? This tall drink of cocksucker ain’t dead.”
Hospital
“The price is $75 a fuck, my friend. You getting your freak on or what? Oh, yeah, boy. 20, 40, 60, 75. Yeah. Now, here’s the rules. Rule number one. No punching her. Nurse comes in tomorrow and she got her a shiner or less some teeth, jig’s up. So no knuckle sandwiches under no circumstances. And by the way, this little ****’s a spitter. It’s a motor-reflex thing. But spit or no, no punching. Now, are we absolutely, positively clear on rule number one? Yeah. No monkey bites, no hickeys. In fact, no leaving no marks of no kind. After that, it’s all good, buddy. Now, her plumbing down there don’t work no more. So feel free to come in her all you want. Keep the noise down. Try not to make a mess. I’ll be back in 20. Yeah. Oh, shit. By the way… not all the time, but sometimes this chick’s cooch can get drier than a bucket of sand. If she dry, you just lube it up with this and you’ll be good to go. Bon apetit, good buddy. Oh, yeah. Oh, god damn. You are the best-looking girl I’ve had today. Yo, stud! Time’s up, buddy. Coming in, ready or not. Hey, buddy, did you have yourself a good time, man? Whoa. Ahhh! Please stop hitting me. I don’t know who Bill is!”
“Well, ain’t you the slice of cutie pie they said you was? Jane Doe, huh? Oh, we don’t know shit about you, do we? Well, I’m from Huntsville, Texas. My name is Buck, and I’m here to fuck. Wait a minute. Wait.”
Tokyo, Japan
“Hyah! Hmm. Hmm. Oh. Mommy. Look at me Matsumoto… …take a good look at my face. Look at my eyes. Look at my mouth. Do I look familiar? Do I look like somebody… …you murdered!”
Bill
“Do you find me sadistic? You know… I’ll bet I could fry an egg on your head right now. If I wanted to. You know, kiddo… I’d like to believe you’re aware enough, even now, to know that there’s nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other jokers. But not you. No, kiddo. At this moment… this is me… at my most masochistic.”
“What’s her condition? Where is she? That’s my girl. Elle, you’re going to abort the mission. We owe her better than that. Will you keep your voice down? May I say one thing? Y’all beat the hell out of that woman. But you didn’t kill her. And I put a bullet in her head. But her heart just kept on beating. Now, you saw that yourself with your own beautiful blue eye, did you not? We’ve done a lot of things to this lady. And if she ever wakes up, we’ll do a whole lot more. But one thing we won’t do is sneak into her room in the night like a filthy rat and kill her in her sleep. And the reason we won’t do that thing is because that thing would lower us. Don’t you agree, miss Driver? Do you really have to guess? Come on home, honey. I love you very much.”
“At this moment, this is me… at my most masochistic.”
