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Pulp Fiction; Jules And Vincent In The Restaurant. Jules Decides To Get Out

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, qualifies.

Jules: Hey, Vincent, don't you see? That **** don't matter. You're judging this **** the wrong way. I mean, it could be that God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my ******* car keys. You don't judge **** 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 ******* 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, ****. What'cha gonna do, man?

Jules: Well, that's what I've been sitting here contemplating. First, I'm going to deliver this case to Marcellus, 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 **** 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 ******* bum.

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

Vincent: Look, man, what we saw this morning, I agree, it was peculiar. But water into wine...

Jules: All shapes and sizes, Vincent.

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

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

Vincent: [pauses, looking annoyed] I gotta take a ****. 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: ****. To be continued.



StarWanderer StarWanderer 56-60, M 1 Response Nov 20, 2012

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God, i love this scene! I have to watch that movie again.

Yeah it so rocks!!! :-)