Pulp Fiction1994

Marsellus:
[calmly] Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. All I'm doing is contemplating the ifs.

Jules:
[nervous] I don't wanna hear 'bout no motherfucking ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules, I'm on the motherf***er. Go back in there, chill them niggas out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly".

Marsellus:
You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherf***er. Go back in there and chill them niggas out and wait for The Wolf, who should be coming directly.

Jules:
[Jules pauses and becomes calm] You sending The Wolf?

Marsellus:
Oh, you feel better, motherf***er?

Jules:
[laughing] Sh*t, negro, that's all you had to say!