Pulp Fiction1994

Vincent:
I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse I'll take. And right now I'm a race car and you got me in the red. I'm just saying that it's f***in' dangerous to have a racecar in the f***in' red. It could blow.

Jules:
Oh, you're gettin' ready to blow?

Vincent:
I could blow.

Jules:
Well I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherf***er, motherf***er! Every time my fingers touch brain I'm SUPERFLY T.N.T, I'm the GUNS OF THE NAVARONE. In fact, what the f*** am I doin' in the back? You're the motherf***er should be on brain detail. We're f***in' switchin' right now. I'm washin' the windows and you're pickin' up this n*gger's skull.