Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Jules: What country you from?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Jules: ENGLISH, #$%$! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, #$%$. Say what one more #$%$ time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a #$%$?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A #$%$?
Jules: Then why you try to #$%$ him like a #$%$, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to #$%$ him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be #$%$ by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.