Pigs are filthy animals...

Favorite quotes from Pulp Fiction

• 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 feces.
  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 charming 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'?

• Mia: Don't you hate that?
  Vincent: What?
  Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
  Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
  Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

• Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
  Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
  Butch: No, retard, from the fight.

• Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

• Jules: 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