INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING 91. Jules and Vincent sit at a booth. In front of Vincent is a big stack of pancakes and sausages, which he eats with gusto. Jules, on the other hand, just has a cup of coffee and a muffin. He seems far away in thought. The Waitress pours a refill for both men, VINCENT Thanks a bunch. (to Jules, who's nursing his coffee) Want a sausage? JULES Naw, I don't eat pork. VINCENT Are you Jewish? JULES I ain't Jewish man, I just don't dig on swine. VINCENT Why not? JULES They're filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. VINCENT Sausages taste good. Pork chops taste good. JULES A sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie. I'll never know 'cause even if it did, I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I don't wanna eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to disregard its own feces. VINCENT How about dogs? Dogs eat their own feces. JULES I don't eat dog either. VINCENT Yes, 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. And personality goes a long way. VINCENT So by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he's cease to be a filthy animal? JULES We'd have to be talkin' 'bout one motherfuckin' charmin' pig. It'd have to be the Cary Grant of pigs. The two men laugh.