Brett

— Look, I'm sorry, uh, I didn't get your name. I got yours. Vincent. Right? But I never got yours.
— My name's Pitt, and your ass ain't talkin' your way outta this shit.

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Pulp Fiction

Brett

Jules Winnfield

— Does he look… Like a bitch?
— No!
— Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch?
— I didn't.
— Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett!
— You tried to fuck him.
— No, no.
— But Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.

— You know what they call a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese in France?
— No.
— Tell 'em, Vincent.
— A Royale with Cheese.
— Royale with Cheese, you know why they call is that?
— Because of the metic system?
— Check out the big brain on Brett. You'a smart motherfucker, that's right.