Pulp Fiction1994

Brett:
[to Jules] Look, I'm sorry, I-I didn't get your name. I got yours, uh, Vincent, right? But-But I-I never got your...

Jules:
My name is Pitt, and your ass ain't talking your way outta this sh*t.

Brett:
[rising] No, no, no. I just want you to know how – [Jules motions him to sit down] I just want you to know how sorry we are that-that things got so f***ed up with us and-and Mr. Wallace. I-I-It...we-we got into this thing with the best intentions. Really. I never...

[Jules shoots Roger, Brett recoils in horror]

Jules:
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue. You were sayin' something about "best intentions"? [silence] What's the matter? Oh, y-you were finished? Oh, well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett:
..What?

Jules:
[angrily throws the small table in the room] What country are you from!?

Brett:
Wha-what?

Jules:
"What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What"!?

Brett:
What?

Jules:
ENGLISH, MOTHERF***ER! DO YOU SPEAK IT!?

Brett:
Yes!!

Jules:
THEN YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING!

Brett:
Yes..!

Jules:
DESCRIBE WHAT MARSELLUS WALLACE “LOOKS” LIKE!!!

Brett:
Wha-what I—?

Jules:
[points gun directly in Brett's face] SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE-DARE YOU, MOTHERF***ER!! SAY "WHAT" ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME!!!!

Brett:
H-H-He's black...

Jules:
GO ON!

Brett:
...He's bald...!

Jules:
Does he look like a b*tch?!

Brett:
What? [Jules shoots Brett in the shoulder] AGHH!! Anh..!!

Jules:
DOES! HE! LOOK!... LIKE! A B*TCH?!?!

Brett:
NO!!!

Jules:
Then why'd you try to f*** him like a b*tch, Brett?

Brett:
I didn't...!

Jules:
Yes, you did! YES, you DID, Brett! You tried to f*** him.

Brett:
No... no....

Jules:
But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be f***ed by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?

Brett:
[gasping for breath] Yes...!

Jules:
Well, there's this passage I've got memorized, it sorta fits the occasion. Ezekiel 25:17: "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is He who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for He is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. [begins pacing about the room] And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord... [pulls out his gun and aims at Brett] …when I lay My vengeance upon thee!"

[Brett shrieks in horror as Jules and Vincent shoot him repeatedly]

Marvin:
Oh f***. I'm f***ed. Oh f***, oh f***.

Vincent:
Is he a friend of yours?

Jules:
Hmm? Oh, Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent.

Vincent:
Better tell him to shut the f*** up, he's getting on my nerves.

Jules:
Marvin. Marvin. MARVIN! I'd knock that sh*t off if I was you.