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 shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way. I mean, it could be that God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my fucking car keys. You don't judge shit 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 fucking 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, fuck. 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 shit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 shit. 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:
Fuck. To be continued.
