Vincent: So you decided to be a bum?
Jules: I’ll just be Jules, Vincent – no more, no less.
Vincent: No Jules, you’re gonna be like those pieces of s**t out there who beg for change. They walk around like a bunch of f****n’ zombies, they sleep in garbage bins, they eat what I throw away, and dogs piss on ‘em. They got a word for ‘em, they’re called bums. And without a job, residence, or legal tender, that’s what you’re gonna be – a f****n’ bum!
Damn it, I feel like Jules.
