Vincent (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. I'll never know 'cause even if I did, I'd never 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? Vincent: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they're definately 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'd 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.