|02:56 pm - Pulp Bard|
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.
JULIUS: What country dost thou hail from?
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?
JULIUS: English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
JULIUS: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
(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!