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Imagínense el diálogo de la escena “quarter pounder with cheese” de Pulp Fiction, pero escrita por Shakespeare. Aún no lo imaginan? Bueno aquí les va el diálogo original y el shakesperiano (si esa palabra no existe la acabo de inventar =P):

Vincent: … And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn’t know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules: What do they call it?

Vincent: They call it a “Royale with Cheese

Jules: “Royale with Cheese.”

Vincent: That’s right.

Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: A Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it “Le Big Mac”.

Jules: “Le Big Mac.” [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I dunno, I didn’t go into Burger King…

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.

Vía BoingBoing