wetelectric Posted July 24, 2008 Share Posted July 24, 2008 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. Here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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