The Breakfast scene of Pulp Fiction)
BRETT: Yes
JULES: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
BRETT: What?
(Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in Brett's cheek.)
JULES: Say "What" again! C'mon, say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya, Mother f**a say "What" one more goddamn time!
BUCCI: You won't
BRETT: Well he's ...he's...black --
JULES: -- go on!
BRETT: ...and he's...he's...bald --
BUCCI: You won't say what
JULES:-- does he look like a b**h?!
BRETT: (without thinking) What?
(Jules' SHOOTS Brett in the shoulder.)
BUCCI: DAMN HE'S REAL
JULES: does he look like a b**h?
BRETT: NO!
JULES: so why'd you try to f** him like a b**h Brett?
BRETT: I didn't
JULES: Yes you did, yes you did Brett, you tried to f** him, and Marsellus Wallace don't like to be f**ed by anybody except Miss Wallace
(whispered) fu*k AN AD LIB
I'm sure there's 101 things you could be doing better
The weathers cold as sh** and n***as still wanna sweat er'
And shes kinda only average like a 7 or whatever
And i'm not chasing hoes my f**in pops taught me better
f** chasing thots n***a i'm chase cheddar
All you f*ggots all you f*ggots are acting real tender
You n***as is all pretenders
f** the laws and f** the public defender
Under the influence of music from 1980 whatever
I'm still the top contender
With lines smoother then a blender
Why women crush Wednesday look like she changed genders?
Oops did i offend her
Sorry i don't give a f**, like rich folks in fender benders
Gun bans are a trap ask the N.R.A
And all your are txts are private right N.S.A
And i'm trying to get rich like Saddam Hussein
Running through life like n***a f** a sprain
Lifes a game, right?
Right?
Right?
I think!
I think!
I think!
I think!
I think! I think! I think! I think! I Thot