Hamburgers

JULES
                       Good for you.  Looks like me and
                       Vincent 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?

                                  BRETT
                       No.

                                  JULES
                       Yours is this one, right?

                                  BRETT
                       Yeah.

        Jules grabs the burger and take a bite of it.

                                  JULES
                       Uuummmm, that's a tasty burger.
                            (to Vincent)
                       Vince, you ever try a Big Kahuna
                       Burger?

                                  VINCENT
                       No.

        Jules holds out the Big Kahuna.

                                  JULES
                       You wanna bite, they're real good.

                                  VINCENT
                       I ain't hungry.

                                  JULES
                       Well, if you like hamburgers give
                       'em a try sometime.  Me, 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.
                            (to Brett)
                       You know what they call a Quarter
                       Pounder with Cheese in France?

                                  BRETT
                       No.

                                  JULES
                       Tell 'em, Vincent.

                                  VINCENT
                       Royale with Cheese.

                                  JULES
                       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 mother***er, 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!
                            (to Roger)
                       You, Flock of Seagulls, you know
                       what we're here for?

        Roger nods his head: "Yes."

                                  JULES
                       Then why don't you tell my boy here
                       Vince, where you got the shit hid.

                                  MARVIN
                       It's under the be --

                                  JULES
                       -- I don't remember askin' you a
                       goddamn thing.
                            (to Roger)
                       You were sayin'?

                                  ROGER
                       It's under the bed.

        Vincent moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a
        black snap briefcase.

                                  VINCENT
                       Got it.

        Vincent flips the two locks, opening the case.  We can't see
        what's inside, but a small glow emits from the case.  Vincent
        just stares at it, transfixed.

                                  JULES
                       We happy?

        No answer from the transfixed Vincent.

                                  JULES
                       Vincent!

        Vincent looks up at Jules.

                                  JULES
                       We happy?

        Closing the case.

                                  VINCENT
                       We're happy.

                                  BRETT
                            (to Jules)
                       Look, what's your name?  I got his
                       name's Vincent, but what's yours?

                                  JULES
                       My name's Pitt, and you ain't
                       talkin' your ass outta this shit.

                                  BRETT
                       I just want you to know how sorry
                       we are about how ****ed 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 Roger three
        times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chair.

        Vince smiles to himself.  Jules has got style.

        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
                            (to Brett)
                       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
                            (petrified)
                       What?

                                  JULES
                       "What" ain't no country I know!  Do
                       they speak English in "What?"

                                  BRETT
                            (near heart attack)
                       What?

                                  JULES
                       English-mother****er-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
                            (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 mother****er, 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 **** 'im
                       like a bitch?!

                                  BRETT
                            (in spasm)
                       I didn't.

        Now in a lower voice.

                                  JULES
                       Yes ya did Brett.  Ya tried ta ****
                       'im.  You ever read the Bible,
                       Brett?

                                  BRETT
                            (in spasm)
                       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."