Pulp Fiction with Samuel L in the young guy's apartment:
 
 
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, MOTHERF***ER! 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, motherf***er. Say what one more ***damn time. 
Brett: He's b-b-black... 
Jules: Go on. 
Brett: He's bald... 
Jules: Does he look like a bitch? 
Brett: What? 
[
Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] 
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? 
Brett: No! 
Jules: Then why you try to f*** him like a bitch, Brett? 
Brett: I didn't. 
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to f*** him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be f***ed by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.