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 n***as 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 n***a i'm chase cheddar
All you faggots all you faggots are acting real tender
You n***as 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 n***a 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