Speaking of “Why so serious?”… lighten up, glasses-dude.

“I said FEET, not hands!” shouted Quentin, even as his semi-retarded bodyguard lamented (not for the first time) that he wished they could do chin transplants.

And, although he became a world-wide celebrity film director, he never updated his wardrobe from when he worked in the video rental store.

The guy behind actually has a chin. But it’s hiding until Tarantino’s gone.

“What happened, QT? Did yer balls drop off?”

JOKER PHOTOBOMB….priceless!

AH’LL LICK YER TOENAIL FER A DOLLAH.

No movie is more terrifying than Tarantino’s face.

Has anyone seen my coke wizard?

“Mr Tarantino. Thank you for endorsing our coffee shop on your hat and making Spike Lee relevant by giving him something to be butt-hurt about.”
“Shit homie! It’s what I do!”

“What the?! Quentin Tarintino?! I said I wanted Hollywood ugly! Not real-life ugly!”

Looks like the British guy “Shelley Boothbishop” from Family Guy