Pulp Fiction

Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the sht hid at?

Marvin: It's over th...

Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?

Roger: It's in the cupboard.

[Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard]

Roger: No, no, the one by your kn-knees.

Jules: We happy?

[Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents]

Jules: Vincent! We happy?

Vincent: Yeah, we happy.

Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours...

Jules: My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this sht.

Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so f'd up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...

Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules: What country are you from?

Brett: What? What? Wh - ?

Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?

Brett: What?

Jules: English, motherfer, do you speak it?

Brett: Yes! Yes!

Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!

Brett: Yes! Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett: What?

Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfer, say what one more Goddamn time!