[Vick]

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?!

BRETT - (in spasm) I didn't.

JULES - Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck 'im and Mr. Wallace doesn't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. 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."

The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting Brett.

When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits there for a moment, then TOPPLES over.

All is quiet.