JULES: Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue. You were saying something about “best intentions.” Whatsamatter? Oh, you finished Well, allow me retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
JULES: What country you from!
JULES: “What” ain’t no country I ever heard of! Do they speak English in “What?”
JULES: English motherfucker do you speak it?
JULES: Then you know what I’m sayin’?
JULES: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
JULES: Say “What” again! Say “What” again! I dare ya, I double dare you motherfucker, say “What” one more goddamn time!
BRETT: He’s… he’s… black
JULES: go on!
BRETT: …and he’s… he’s… bald –
JULES: does he look like a bitch?!
JULES: Does he look like a bitch?!
JULES: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch?!
BRETT: I didn’t.
JULES: Yes you did! Yes you did Brett. You tried ta fuck him. Well Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?
JULES: There’s a passage I got memorized, sort of fits the occasion: Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities 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. 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 when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”
- Pulp Fiction