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.
Augh. So, this was created for the Minneapolis Fringe Festival a few years ago. I was supposed to be the stage manager, but had to back out.
Regrets.
What? Why?! Minnesota has one of the best Fringe Festivals in the US!
We do. But when I said I'd do it, they hadn't yet created the rehearsal schedule or found a space or anything. Then when they sent it out, I discovered that there was no way I'd be able to pull it off.
What? Why?! Minnesota has one of the best Fringe Festivals in the US!
We do. But when I said I'd do it, they hadn't yet created the rehearsal schedule or found a space or anything. Then when they sent it out, I discovered that there was no way I'd be able to pull it off.