poor doggo

Vincent:
Want some bacon?

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

Vincent:
Are you Jewish?

Jules:
Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.

Vincent:
Why not?

Jules:
Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.

Vincent:
Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.

Jules:
Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherf***er. Pigs sleep and root in sh*t. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own faeces.

Vincent:
How about a dog? Dogs 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. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.

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

Jules:
Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherf***in' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?