Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? 
Brett: What? 
Jules: What country you from? 
Brett: What? 
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What? 
Brett: What? 
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHER******! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT? 
Brett: Yes! 
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying! 
Brett: Yes! 
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like! 
Brett: What, I-? 
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, mother******. Say what one more ******* time. 
Brett: He's b-b-black... 
Jules: Go on. 
Brett: He's bald... 
Jules: Does he look like a *****? 
Brett: What? 
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] 
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A *****? 
Brett: No! 
Jules: Then why you try to **** him like a *****, Brett? 
Brett: I didn't. 
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to **** him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be ****** by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
edit: added some more **** to cover myself. 
