On our trip to Norway...
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 s#*! out there who beg for change. They walk around like a bunch of f@#!in' 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@#!in' bum!
~Pulp Fiction
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