Pulp Fiction If Written By Shakespeare
- Julius:
- Your pardon; did I break thy concentration?
- Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
- Allow me, then, to offer a retort.
- Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
- Brett:
- What?
- Julius:
- What country dost thou hail from?
- Brett:
- What?
- Julius:
- Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What!
- I know but naught of thy strange country What.
- What language speak they in the land of What?
- Brett:
- What?
- Julius:
- English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
- Brett:
- Aye!
- Julius:
- Then hearken to my words and answer them!
- Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
- Brett:
- What?
- (JULIUS presses his knife to BRETT's throat)
- Julius:
- Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again!
- I dare thee utter 'What' again but once!
- I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name!
- Now, paint for me a portraiture in words,
- If thou hast any in thy head but 'What',
- Of Marsellus Wallace!
- Brett:
- He is dark.
- Julius:
- Aye, and what more?
- Brett:
- His head is shaven bald.
- Julius:
- Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
- Brett:
- What?
- (JULIUS strikes with his blade and BRETT cries out)
- Julius:
- Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
- Brett:
- Nay!
- Julius:
- Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
- Brett:
- I did not!
- Julius:
- Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
- Thou sought to rape him like a chattel whore!
- And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
- With aught save Lady Wallace, whom he wed.
