What? No Shang-Chi?

Bruce Lee. I like the way he really put some thinking into his fighting style. He really believed he was onto something.

This is one match that requires a real expert on cool and Yo Bad Self, so..

Shift scene to a diner where two men are sitting in a booth. One is a white guy with long slicked back hair and a dark, vampirish suit eating a cheeseburgher, and the other is a a black man with jerricurl hair and eyes that blaze fire. He is reading a newspaper.

Jules "WHAT THE (multiple explitives deleted)??"

Vincent (used to this) "What?"

Jules "It says here that on the WWWF Bruce Lee is fightin' Jackie Chan, What the (multiple explitives deleted) kind of (multiple expletives deleted again)is that?"

Vincent "Isn't Bruce Lee dead?"

Jules "So..." (he stares at his friend)

Vincent "Oh, yeah, right" (Lights up a smile that would give a piranha shivers)

Jules "Bruce Lee, Do you understand, Bruce Lee is BRUCE LEE. Bad MO FO (multiple expletives deleted) ka-arate, kung fooin, Woowoo-in big bad BRUCE LEE.

Who do people think of when you say Bruce?"

Vincent (thinks a bit) "Bruce the shark"

Jules "Daaamm right. Don't forget Robert the Bruce, Bruce Boxleitner, Bruce Willi.."

(Vincent looks up with a hurt expression on his face)

Jules "Sorry, I know it's a sore spot. But there are some people YOU JUST DON'T MESS WITH. Muhammad Ali, Richard Petty, John Wayne, The Beatles,.."

Vincent (without looking up) "Elvis"

Jules "...Elvis, Shaft"

Vincent (looking puzzled) "Shaft?"

Jules "Don't worry about it. It's just that Jackie Ow doesn't stand a chance. It almost brings tears to my eyes to think of it. Hey where's the (multiple expletives deleted) waitress, I want my (multiple expletives deleted) Food!