Pulp Fiction, as performed by the King's Men

ACT I SCENE 2. A road, morning. Enter a carriage, with JULES and VINCENT, murderers.

Jules: And know'st thou what the French name cottage pie?
Vincent: Say they not cottage pie, in their own tongue?
J: But nay, their tongues, for speech and taste alike
Are strange to ours, with their own history:
Gaul knoweth not a cottage from a house.
V: What say they then, pray?
J: Hachis Parmentier.
V: Hachis Parmentier! What name they cream?
J: Cream is but cream, only they say le crème.
V: What do they name black pudding?
J: I know not; I visited no inn it could be bought.

From Kevin Pease, with my shoddy Photoshop work.

Labels: Pulp Fiction, Shakespeare