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>Vincent: Wanna shake hands with some jeet?
>Jules: No man, I'm not down with that shit
>Vincent: Are you Canadian?
>Jules: Nah, I ain't Canadian, I just don't shake filthy hands, that's all.
>Vincent: Why not?
>Jules: Jeets are filthy animals. I don't like filthy animals.
>Vincent: Spics are animal, they mow my lawn real nice.
>Jules: Hey, jeet street slop may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Jeets 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: Dogs are loyal companions.
>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, tact and manner. That goes a long way.
>Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a Spic 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 hard workin' motherfuckin' Spic. I mean he'd have to be ten times more hardworkin' than that jeet on Brampton, you know what I'm sayin'?