But second to that would be this exchange from PULP FICTION (apologies for the language, but it wouldn't do to censor any of Tarantino's movies):
JULES
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
BRETT
What?
JULES
(flips table over)
What country you from?!
BRETT
Wh-what?
JULES
What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
BRETT
W-what?
JULES
English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
BRETT
Y-yes!
JULES
Then you know what I'm sayin'!
BRETT
Yes!
JULES
Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
BRETT
W-what, I--
JULES
Say what again! Say "what" again! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker, say "what" one more Goddamn time!
BRETT
He's...b-black...
JULES
Go on!
BRETT
He's...bald...
JULES
Does he look like a bitch?
BRETT
Wh-what?
JULES
(Shoots Brett in the shoulder)
Does he *look* like a *bitch*?
BRETT
NO!
JULES
Then why you try to fuck 'im like a bitch, Brett?
BRETT
I didn't--
JULES
Yes you did, Brett, yes-you-did! You tried to fuck 'im. And Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
Classic...that and this from Reservoir Dogs:
MR. BLONDE
I don't really give a good fuck what you know or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyways...regardless...not to get information...y'see, it's amusing to me, torture....