Okay, so now we’re up to (I think) five worthwhile things on LiveJournal. This just might be the greatest of them all: nothing less than Quentin Tarantino‘s genre-busting post-intellectual masterpiece Pulp Fictionas the Bardhimself would have written it.
And he would have, you know. Everybody knows what playwrights will do for money.
ACT I SCENE 2. A road, morning. Enter a carriage, with JULES and VINCENT, murderers.
J: And know’st thou what the French name cottage pie?
V: 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.
Didn’t get:( It is a joke?
I wanna hear how he interprets the pig conversation, forsooth!
Hey, click the link. I didn’t get as far as the watch thing with Christopher Walken, but I should go back to it.
“Fetch hence the Gimpe!”
Hey forth hey nonny nonny, thou art jest!
Good though! :)
I thought so. I’ve tried the same thing myself, and it’s difficult.