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

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