Pulp Fiction is my favorite movie.
Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Jules: *flips table out of the way* What country are you from?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What?!"
Jules: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Jules: *points gun at Brett* Say "what" again! Say - "what" - again! I dare you! I double-dare you motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time!
Brett: He's black.
Jules: Go on!
Brett: He's bald.
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Jules: *Shoots Brett in the shoulder* Does he LOOK like a bitch?!
Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't!
Jimmie: Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Marsellus: I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger waiting in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.
...I need to stop now...