Just in case you have some how still never seen these films – spoiler alert!
This monologue comes when the bride finally catches up to Bill and he has a very interesting way of describing to her, who she really is and what it was she was trying to achieve. Using super heroes and showing the difference between superman and the likes of heroes like Batman and Spider man to name just a few of the one’s he could have chosen, actually makes perfect sense and adds a whole new layer to the character of Superman… who of course has NOTHING to do with this film. Now that’s something which doesn’t happen often! 1 movie adding to the character arc of a character in another movie / comic book when they have absolutely no relation to one another!
“As you know, I’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book, not particularly well-drawn, but the mythology. The mythology is not only great, it’s unique.
Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego.
Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man, and it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone.
Superman didn’t become Superman.
Superman was born Superman.
When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman.
His alter ego is Clark Kent.
His outfit with the big red S, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears; the glasses, the business suit… that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us.
Clark Kent is how Superman views us, and what are the characteristics of Clark Kent?
He’s weak, he’s unsure of himself, he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton.
You would’ve worn the costume of Arlene Plympton, but you were born Beatrix Kiddo, and every morning when you woke up, you’d still be Beatrix Kiddo.
I’m calling you a killer. A natural born killer. Always have been, and always will be.
Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store, going to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons. That’s you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee. That’s you tryin’ to blend in with the hive. But you’re not a worker bee. You’re a renegade killer bee, and no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that”