Pulp Fiction

- What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
- What?
- What country you from?
- What?
- What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
- What?
- ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
- Yes!
- Then you know what I'm saying!
- Yes!
- Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
- What, I-?
- [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
- He's b-b-black...
- Go on.
- He's bald...
- Does he look like a bitch?
- What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
- DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
- No!
- Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
- I didn't.
- Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.