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.