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 motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
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 charming motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
Iago:
Ladies and gentlemen, a warm Agrabah welcome for Sorcerer Jafar!
Jafar:
Now where were we? Ah, yes - abject humiliation! [He zaps Jasmine and the Sultan with his staff, and they both bow to him. Rajah comes running at him. He zaps Rajah, and the tiger turns into a kitty-cat]
Jafar:
Down, boy! Oh, princess, [lifts Jasmine's chin with his staff]
Jafar:
there's someone I'm dying to introduce you to.
Aladdin:
[Flying towards him on carpet] Jafar! Get your hands off her!
Jafar:
[zaps Aladdin, Carpet flies away. Singing] Prince Ali, yes, it is he, but not as you know him. Read my lips and come to grips with reality [brings Aladdin and Jasmine closer in the air]
Jafar:
Yes, meet a blast from your past, whose lies were too good to last! Say hello to your precious Prince Ali! [zaps Ali back to Aladdin as he says it]
Iago:
Or should we say Aladdin?
Princess Jasmine:
[shocked] Ali
Aladdin:
Jasmine, I tried to tell you.
Jafar:
[still singing] So Ali turns out to be merely Aladdin [turns Abu back to his normal self]
Jafar:
Just a con, need I go on? Take it from me his personality flaws give me adequate cause to send him packing on a one-way trip [sends Aladdin and Abu in a pillar, carpet flies in after the,]
Jafar:
so his prospects take a terminal dip his assets frozen, the venue chosen is the ends of the earth, [sends the pillar in the air]
Jafar:
whoopee! So long,
Iago:
Good bye, see ya!
Jafar:
[sings] Ex-Prince Ali! [laughs maniacly]
Captain West advanced to meet me, and before our outstretched hands touched, before his face broke from repose to greeting and the lips moved to speech, I got the first astonishing impact of his personality. Long, lean, in his face a touch of race I as yet could only sense, he was as cool as the day was cold, as poised as a king or emperor, as remote as the farthest fixed star, as neutral as a proposition of Euclid. And then, just ere our hands met, a twinkle of--oh--such distant and controlled geniality quickened the many tiny wrinkles in the corner of the eyes; the clear blue of the eyes was suffused by an almost colourful warmth; the face, too, seemed similarly to suffuse; the thin lips, harsh-set the instant before, were as gracious as Bernhardt's when she moulds sound into speech.
