May 28, 2011
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/ Pulp Fiction, directed by Quentin Tarantino

  1. Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
  2. Brett: What?
  3. Jules: What country you from?
  4. Brett: What?
  5. Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
  6. Brett: What?
  7. Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
  8. Brett: Yes!
  9. Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
  10. Brett: Yes!
  11. Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
  12. Brett: What, I-?
  13. Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
  14. Brett: He's b-b-black...
  15. Jules: Go on.
  16. Brett: He's bald...
  17. Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
  18. Brett: What?
  19. [Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
  20. Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
  21. Brett: No!
  22. Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
  23. Brett: I didn't.
  24. Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
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