Zed disengages from Marsellus in a hurry and his eyes go from the tip of Butch's sword to Marsellus' .45 Automatic, which lies within reach. Butch's eyes follow Zed's. Pick it up. Zed's hand inches toward the weapon. Zed studies Butch, Butch looks hard at Zed.
Butch lowers the sword and hangs back.
Well let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on your ass. Well, let me tell ya what now between me an' you.