Brett, sits at a table with hamburgers, french fries and soda pops
laid out..
Jules strolls inside.
JULES: How you doin'?
No answer.
JULES: Am I trippin', or did I just ask you a question!
BRETT: doin' okay.
JULES: Do you know who am?
Brett shakes his head: "No."
JULES: I’, an associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace, you
remember your
business partner dont'ya?
BRETT: I remember him.
JULES: Good for you. Looks like I caught you at breakfast, sorry 'bout that.
What ‘cha eatin'?
BRETT: Hamburgers.
JULES: Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What
kinda hamburgers?
BRETT: Cheeseburgers.
JULES: No, I mean where did you get'em? MacDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-
the-Box, where?
BRETT: Big Kahuna Burger.
JULES: Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I heard they
got some tasty
burgers. I ain't never had one myself, how are they?
BRETT: They're good.
JULES: Mind if I try one of yours?
Jules grabs the burger and take a bite of it.
JULES: Uuummmm, that is a tasty burger.
I can't usually eat 'em 'cause my girlfriend's a vegetarian. Which
more or less
makes me a vegetarian, but I sure love the taste of a
good burger.
You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in France?
BRETT: No
JULES: Royale with Royale with Cheese,
you know why they call it that?
BRETT: Because of the metric system?
JULES: Check out the big brain on Brett, You'a smart motherfucker
That's right. The metric system.
(he points to a fast food drink cup): What's in this?
BRETT: Sprite.
JULES: Sprite, good, mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this
down with?
BRETT: Sure.
Jules grabs the cup and takes a sip.
JULES: Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot!
You know what I’m here for?
Brett nods his head: "Yes."
JULES: Then why don't you tell me, where you got the shit hid.
BRETT: It's under the bed.
Jules moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a
black snap briefcase.
BRETT: I just want you to know how sorry we are about how fucked up
things got between
us and Mr. Wallace. When we entered into this thing, we only had the
best intentions –
As Brett talks, Jules takes out his gun and SHOOTS near Brett.
Brett has just shit his pants. He's not crying or whimpering, but he's
so full of fear, it's as if his body is imploding.
JULES: Oh, I'm sorry. Did that break your concentration? I didn't mean to do
that.
Please, continue. I believe you were saying something about "best
intentions."
Brett can't say a word.
JULES: Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through anyway. Well, let me retort.
Would you
describe for me what Marsellus Wallace looks like?
Brett still can't speak.
Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing the
only barrier between himself and Brett. Brett now sits in a lone
chair before Jules like a political prisoner in front of an interrogator.
JULES: What country you from!
BRETT: What?
JULES: "What" ain't no country I know! Do they speak English in "What?"
BRETT: What?
JULES: English-motherfucker-can-you-speak-it?
BRETT: Yes.
JULES: Then you understand what I'm sayin'?
BRETT: Yes.
JULES: Now 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 motherfucker, say "What" one more
goddamn time!
Brett is regressing on the spot.
JULES: Now describe to me what Marsellus Wallace
looks like!
BRETT: Well he's... he's... black –
JULES: – go on!
BRETT: ... and he's... he's... bald –
JULES: – does he look like a bitch?!
BRETT: What?
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: No.
JULES: Then why did you try to fuck 'im like a bitch?!
BRETT: I didn't.
JULES: Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck 'im.
You ever read the Bible, Brett?
BRETT: Yes.
JULES: There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this
situation:
Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the
inequities of
the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak
through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the
finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
Jules Empties his guns on the sitting Brett.
