Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) and Vincent (John Travolta) are having breakfast in the Hawthorne Grill:

Vincent: Want some bacon?

Jules: No, man. I don't eat pork.

Vincent: Are you Jewish?

Jules: No, I ain't Jewish. I just don't dig on swine, that's all.

Vincent: Why not?

Jules: Pig's a filthy animal. I don't eat filthy animals.

Vincent: Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.

Jules: Hey -- Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know because I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit; that's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin' nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

Vincent: How about a dog? A dog 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. Besides, a dog's got personality, and personality goes a long way.

Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he'd cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?

Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig! I mean he'd have to be 10 times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres -- you know what I'm sayin'?

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Before breakfast, Vincent accidentally blew the head off of Marvin, an associate of theirs (Vincent and Jules are thugs for gangster Marcellus Wallace [Ving Rhames]) while they were driving away from one bloody job. Under the direction of problem-solver Winston Wolf (Harvey Keitel), they are trying to get the car cleaned up so they can take it from a temporary safe house (before the homeowner's temperamental wife gets back from work) and get it crushed at a "friendly" auto yard:

Jules: Oh man! I will never forgive your ass for this shit! This is some fucked-up, repugnant shit!

Vincent: Jules, did you ever get the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong, that he's immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings? Have you ever heard that?

Jules: Get the fuck outta my face with that shit! The mothafucker said that shit never had to pick up itty-bitty pieces of skull on accounta your dumb ass!

Vincent: I've got a threshold, Jules. I've gotta a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Right now, I'm a fuckin' race car, right, and you got me in the red. And I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin' that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red! That's all. I could blow.

Jules: Oh, you ready to blow?

Vincent: Yeah, I'm ready to blow!

Jules: Well I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly TNT!! I'm the Guns of the Navarone!!! In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You the motherfucker who should be on brain detail!!!! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you pickin' up this nigger's skull!

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Director Quentin Tarantino won the 1994 Oscar for best original screenplay for his Pulp Fiction script. Had there not been a little flick called Schindler's List, it might well have won best picture too (Pulp Fiction had seven nominations in total, and won the Golden Palm in Cannes).

Addendum

Check out this movie lines post, which has bit more Pulp in it.