Jules: This was Divine Intervention! You know what "divine intervention" is?
Vincent: Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
Jules: Yeah, man, that´s what is means. That´s exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
Vincent: I think we should be going now.
Jules: Don´t do that! Don´t you fucking do that! Don´t blow this shit off! What just happened was a fucking miracle!
Vincent: Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens.
Jules: Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn´t just happen.
Vincent: Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?
Jules: We should be fuckin´ dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!
Vincent: Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?
Vincent: Whoa!
Jules: What the fuck´s happening, man? Ah, shit man!
Vincent: Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face.
Jules: Why the fuck did you do that!
Vincent: Well, I didn´t mean to do it, it was an accident!
Jules: Oh man I´ve seen some crazy ass shit in my time...
Vincent: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something.
Jules: Hey, the car didn´t hit no motherfucking bump.
Vincent: Hey, look man, I didn´t mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don´t know why.
Jules: Well look at this fucking mess, man. We´re on a city street in broad daylight here!
Vincent: I don´t believe it.
Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you´re driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
Vincent: Just take it to a friendly place, that´s all.
Jules: This in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain´t got no friendly places in the Valley.
Vincent: Well Jules this ain´t my fucking town, man!
Jules: Shit!
Vincent: Want some bacon?
Jules: No man, I don´t eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain´t Jewish, I just don´t dig on swine, that´s all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don´t eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I´d never know ´cause I wouldn´t eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That´s a filthy animal. I ain´t eat nothin´ that ain´t got enough sense enough to disregard its own faeces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.
Jules: I don´t eat dog either.
Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn´t go so far as to call a dog filthy but they´re definitely dirty. But, a dog´s got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: Well we´d have to be talkin´ about one charmin´ motherfuckin´ pig. I mean he´d have to be ten times more charmin´ than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I´m sayin´?
Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie´s kitchen]
Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster´s Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don´t need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I´m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what´s on my mind right now? It AIN´T the coffee in my kitchen, it´s the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don´t even worry about that...
Jimmie: No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain´t seen no...
Jimmie: Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: [pause] No. I didn´t.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn´t see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: ´Cause it ain´t there, ´cause storing dead niggers ain´t my fucking business, that´s why!
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