The business interests of Marcel Wallace investigated. Arguably one of the best films of the 20th century - should be easy to win any violent arguments as young muscle generally likes this film.

"My oh my, the story goes all over the place. What is a girl to do to get her little head round this movie? It made me feel as nauseous as the last time I was in a rollercoaster after drinking a gallon of yoghourt chocomilk."

"A breathtaking literary ride of gangster discovery. From the first scene, to the last, a veritable treasure trove of literary time line misleads. Are we ever at the start of this joyous ride, or, more to the point, at the end? We are never sure; until the nice lady in the cinema screams for the thirtieth time for us to leave, we remain in our seat believing there could be more to come."

"I pity those watching this on DVD at home, they could put this movie in a loop and be watching it for the rest of their lives."

"Tarantino is deserving of a bitch slap for this movie, it is so good."

"Give him a bitch slap for me too bitch, I hope he chokes on his vomit this movie is so good. Damn."

"If Tarantino ever manages to write another film 50% as good as this one I will gladly abstain from sex, alcohol and drugs for the rest of my life."

"If a character says the word nigger once more I will scream the house down."

"Not one to watch with your grandmother."

"Not one to watch with your mother."

"This film rocks."

"This film sucks - how can you have an end at the beginning and the middle as an end? This sounds like European art house shit to me. Get me a meat sandwich, bitch."

"This is the movie Europeans never thought America could do. Now they've done it once, it has wiped the smart ass smirk off their faces for good."

"The drug taking scenes are a message from the devil. Repent! Repent at the top of your voice. Repent in the supermarket. Satan is alive and lives in this movie. OOOOOOOOOOOOeeeee."

"If there is any way I can show my appreciation to Quentin for this movie without having to get down on all fours to suck his cock, please let me know - I will do it in a trice!"

"A masterpiece of celluloidal mischief."

"A verbal car chase using English as the highway, characterization as the gasoline, and drugs as the air miles. Fan-dab-i-dozie!"

This question should really be 'please tell me the middle' as the stories intertwine and the real ending would be with Vincent (John Travolta) (now alone) being shot by Boxer Butch (Bruce Willis), who is then attacked by Wallace for killing his opponent in the ring (for a fight Butch was supposed to lose). The strands would logically then end after Butch escapes be-buggerment, saving Wallace. Butch then steals a chopper to take his wife away. (Final words: "Zed's dead.")

The actual ending is a continuation of a scene at the beginning of the film (here the word 'Garcon' is used as an early link telegraphing what is to come): a hold-up in a restaurant where Vincent and Jules (Jackson) (V/J) go to have breakfast. V/J foil the robbery and then presumably go their separate ways.

"English, mother f-worder, do you speak it?"

" ...pretty please, with sugar on it, clean the f-wording car"

The adrenaline to the heart technique will stay with you all your life ready whenever an heroin overdose occurs.