Pulp Fiction1994

Jules:
Now Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we?

Yolanda:
You don't hurt him.

Jules:
Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?

Yolanda:
Cool?

Jules:
What?

Yolanda:
He's cool.

Jules:
Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One... two... three.

Yolanda:
All right, now you let him go.

Jules:
Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherf***ers get scared, that's when motherf***ers accidentally get shot.

Yolanda:
You just know, you touch him, you die.

Jules:
Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don't want that. And you don't want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn't want that.