How about Bruce Sewell as Marsellus; Lodsys as Zed
Step aside, Butch.
Butch steps aside, REVEALING Marsellus standing behind him,
holding Maynard's pump-action shotgun.
KABOOM!!!!
Zed is BLASTED in the groin. Down he goes, SCREAMING in AGONY.
Marsellus, looking down at his whimpering rapist, EJECTS the
used shotgun shell.
Butch lowers the sword and hangs back. Not a word, until:
BUTCH
You okay?
MARSELLUS
Naw man. I'm pretty ****in' far from
okay!
Long pause.
BUTCH
What now?
MARSELLUS
What now? Well let me tell you what
now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-
hittin' *******, who'll go to work
on homes here with a pair of pliers
and a blow torch.
(to Zed)
Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I
ain't through with you by a damn
sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on
your ass.
BUTCH
I meant what now, between me and
you?
MARSELLUS
Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell
ya what now between me an' you. There
is no me an' you. Not no more.
BUTCH
So we're cool?
MARSELLUS
Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I
ask two things I ask: Don't tell
nobody about this. This ****'s between
me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-
the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-
agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It
ain't nobody else's business. Two:
leave town. Tonight. Right now. And
when you're gone, stay gone. You've
lost your Los Angeles privileges.
Deal?
BUTCH
Deal.
The two men shake hands, then hug one another.
MARSELLUS
Go on now, get your ass outta here.
Quentin Tarentino; "Pulp Fiction"