Jules (Samuel L. Jackson): Hmm… God damn Jimmy! This some serious gourmet shit! Me and Vincent woulda been satisfied with some freeze-dried Taster’s Choice, right? Huh! And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. What flavor is this?
Jimmy (Quentin Tarantino): Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: What?
Jimmy: I don’t need you to tell me how fuckin’ 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. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff ’cause when I drink it, I wanna 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 (Samuel L. Jackson): Just hang in there, baby, you’re doing’ great, I’m proud of you and Ringo’s proud of you! It’s almost over. Tell her you’re proud!
Pumpkin (Tim Roth): I’m proud of you Honey Bunny.
Honey Bunny: I love you!
Pumpkin: I love you too Honey Bunny.
Jules : (to Pumpkin) Now. I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet.
Pumpkin: Which one is it?
Jules: It’s the one that says Bad Motherfucker.
(Pumpkin seeks in the bag)
Jules: That’s it! That’s my bad motherfucker. Open it up and take out the money.
(Pumpkin opens the wallet, and takes the cash)
Jules: Count it!
(Pumpkin counts)
Jules: How much is there?
(Pumpkin counts again)
Pumpkin: About fifteen hundred dollars.
Jules: Okay, put it in your pocket, it’s yours. Now with the rest of those wallets and the register, that makes this a pretty successful little score eh?
Shooter: [busting the door, emptying his gun] Die you motherfuckers !!!
[Gun clicks, no ammo left]
[Pause]
[Jules and Vincent look at each other then reply with their guns]
Vincent (John Travolta): [to Marvin] Why the fuck didn’t you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?
Jules (Samuel L. Jackson): Did you see the size of that gun right in front of us? It was bigger than him!
[Pauses]
We should be fucking dead man!
Vincent: I know, we was lucky.
Jules: No no no no… that just wasn’t luck.
Vincent: Yeah maybe.
Jules: This was divine intervention. You know what “divine intervention” is?
Vincent: I think so. That means that God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets?
Jules: That’s right! That’s exactly what it means. God came down from Heaven and stopped these motherfucking bullets.
Vincent: I think it’s time for us to leave Jules.
Jules: Don’t do that! Don’t fucking blow this shit up! What just happened here was a fucking miracle!
Vincent: Chill Jules, this shit happens.
Jules: Wrong! Wrong, this shit doesn’t just happen.
Vincent: Do you want to continue this theological discussion in the car or in a jailhouse with the cops?
Jules: We should be fucking dead my friend! What happened here was a miracle and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!
Vincent: Alright, it was a miracle. Can we go now?
