Pulp Fiction, Jules Winnfield

Oh, oh, you ready to blow? … Well I’m a mushroom cloud layin’ muthafucka, muthafucka. Everytime my fingers touch brain, I’m Superfly TNT, I’m the Guns of the Navarone. In fact, what the fuck am I doin’ in the back? You the muthafucka should be on brain detail. We’re fucking switchin’. I’m washin’ the windows and you pickin’ up this nigga’s skull.