Pulp Fiction Monologue
|Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Marcellus Wallace: I think you're gonna find, when all this sh!t is over, I think you're gonna find yourself one smiling motherf#@ker. The thing is, Butch, right now you got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don't last. And your days are just about over. Now that's a hard motherf#@kin' fact of life, but that's a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about. See, this business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherf#@kers. Motherf#@kers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't. Besides, Butch, how many fights do you think you got in you anyhow? Two? Boxers don't have an Old Timers Place. You came close but you never made it. And if you were gonna make it, you would have made it before now. You're mine, dig?