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?!