"The most natural, hilarious talk in Pulp Fiction. Just two friends shooting the breeze."

[0:02]Want some bacon? No, man. I don't eat pork. Are you Jewish? Nah, I ain't Jewish. I just don't dig on swine, that's all. Why not? Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good. Hey, a 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 eating nothing that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces. How about a dog? A dog eats his own feces. I don't eat dog, either. Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? 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. Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true? Well, we'd have to be talking about one charming motherfucking pig. I mean, he'd have to be 10 times more charming than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm saying?