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Pizza Hut is at my door with 2 large cheese pizzas and 1 coke. I asked who ordered these and they said they only could they me the initials "BS" sent them.
JULES
Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through anyway.
Well, let me retort.
Would you describe for me what Marsellus Wallace looks like?
Brett still can't speak.
Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing the only barrier between himself and Brett.
Brett now sits in a lone chair before Jules like a political prisoner in front of an interrogator.
JULES
What country you from!
BRETT
(petrified)
What?
JULES
"What" ain't no country I know!
Do they speak English in "What?"
BRETT
(near heart attack)
What?
JULES
English-motherfucker-can-you-speak- it?
BRETT
Yes.
JULES
Then you understand what I'm sayin'?
BRETT
Yes.
JULES
Now describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
BRETT
(out of fear)
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 motherfucker,
say "What" one more goddamn time!
Brett is regressing on the spot.
JULES
Now describe to me what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett does his best.
BRETT
Well he's ...he's...black --
JULES
-- go on!
BRETT
...and he's...he's...tall --
JULES
-- does he look like a bitch?!
BRETT
(without thinking)
What?
Jules' eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks,
Jules rolls his eyes and SHOOT Brett in the shoulder.
Brett SCREAMS, breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the chair.
JULES
Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!
BRETT
(in agony)
No.
JULES
Then why did you try to fuck 'im like a bitch?!
BRETT
(in spasm)
I didn't.
Now in a lower voice.
JULES
Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck 'im.
You ever read the Bible, Brett?
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