Roge: Diario de guerra de un l337

I'll just be Jules, Vincent -- no more, no less. ::olp

Dialogue (must be viewed in context of the scene and entire story, themes and characters analysis) -- Pulp Fiction:

VINCENT: So if you're quitting the life, what'll you do? JULES: That's what I've been sitting here contemplating. First, I'm gonna deliver this case to Marsellus. Then, basically, I'm gonna walk the earth.

VINCENT:What do you mean, walk the earth?

JULES: You know, like Caine in "KUNG FU." Just walk from town to town, meet people, get in adventures.

VINCENT: How long do you intend to walk the earth?

JULES: Until God puts me where he want me to be.

VINCENT: What if he never does?

JULES: If it takes forever, I'll wait forever.

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 shit out there who beg for change. They walk around like a bunch of fuckin' 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 fuckin' bum!

JULES: Look my friend, this is just where me and you differ --

VINCENT: -- what happened was peculiar -- no doubt about it -- but it wasn't water into wine.

JULES: All shapes and sizes, Vince.

VINCENT: Stop fuckin' talkin' like that!

JULES: If you find my answers frightening, Vincent, you should cease askin' scary questions.

VINCENT: When did you make this decision -- while you were sitting there eatin' your muffin?

JULES: Yeah. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, eating my muffin, playin' the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a "moment of clarity."

VINCENT: I gotta take a shit. To be continued.

Vincent exits for the restroom.

Posted by roge at June 18, 2004 10:31 PM