Pulp Fiction

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 Fucka 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 bitch?! BRETT: (without thinking) What? (Jules' SHOOTS Brett in the shoulder.) BUCCI: DAMN HE’S REAL JULES: does he look like a bitch? BRETT: NO! JULES: so why’d you try to fuck him like a bitch Brett? BRETT: I didn't JULES: Yes you did, yes you did Brett, you tried to fuck him, and Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Miss Wallace (whispered) FUCK AN AD LIB I'm sure there's 101 things you could be doing better The weathers cold as shit and niggas still wanna sweat er’ And shes kinda only average like a 7 or whatever And i'm not chasing hoes my fuckin pops taught me better Fuck chasing thots nigga i'm chase cheddar All you faggots all you faggots are acting real tender You niggas is all pretenders Fuck the laws and fuck 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 fuck, 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 nigga fuck 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