Pulp Fiction1994

Jules:
Man, I just been sitting here thinking.

Vincent:
About what?

Jules:
About the miracle we just witnessed.

Vincent:
The miracle you witnessed. I witnessed a freak occurrence.

Jules:
What is a miracle, Vincent?

Vincent:
An act of God.

Jules:
And what's an act of God?

Vincent:
When God makes the impossible possible. But this morning, I don't think it qualifies.

Jules:
Hey, Vincent, don't you see? That sh*t don't matter. You're judging this sh*t the wrong way. I mean, it could be that God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my f***ing car keys. You don't judge sh*t like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced was an "according to Hoyle" miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.

Vincent:
But why?

Jules:
Well, that's what's f***ing with me. I don't know why, but I can't go back to sleep.

Vincent:
You serious? You're really thinking about quitting?

Jules:
The life?

Vincent:
Yeah.

Jules:
Most definitely.

Vincent:
Oh, f***. What'cha gonna do, then?

Jules:
Well, that's what I've been sitting here contemplating. First, I'm going to deliver this case to Marsellus, then, basically, I'm just going to walk the Earth.

Vincent:
What'cha mean, "walk the Earth"?

Jules:
You know, like Caine in Kung Fu: walk from place to place, meet people, get into adventures.

Vincent:
And how long do you intend to walk the Earth?

Jules:
Until God puts me where He wants me to be.

Vincent:
And what if He don't do that?

Jules:
If it takes forever, then I'll walk forever.

Vincent:
So you decided to be a bum?

Jules:
I'll just be Jules, Vincent; no more, no less.

Vincent:
No, Jules. You've decided to be a bum. Just like those pieces of sh*t out there who beg for change, sleep in garbage bins and eat what I throw away. They got a name for that, Jules: it's called "a bum". And without a job, a residence or legal tender, that's exactly what you're going to be: a f***ing bum.

Jules:
Look, my friend, this is just where you and I differ.

Vincent:
Jules, look, what happened this morning, I agree, it was peculiar. But water into wine, I...

Jules:
All shapes and sizes, Vincent.

Vincent:
Don't f***ing talk to me like that, man.

Jules:
If my answers frighten you, then you should cease asking scary questions.

Vincent:
[pauses, looking annoyed] I'm gonna take a sh*t. Let me ask you something, when did you make this decision? When you were sitting there eating that muffin?

Jules:
Yeah, I was sitting here, eating my muffin and drinking my coffee and replaying the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.

Vincent:
F***. To be continued.