I'm fucked. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Is he a friend of yours?
-Hmm? Oh. Vincent, Marvin. Marvin, Vincent. -Better tell him to shut up. He's gettin' on my nerves.
Marvin! I'd knock that shit off if I was you.
Die, you motherfuckers! Die!
Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom?
Slip your mind?
Did you forget that someone was in there... with a goddamn hand cannon?
You see the size of that gun he fired at us? It was bigger than him.
We should be fuckin' dead, man.
I know. We was lucky.
-No, no, no, no. That shit wasn't luck. -Yeah, maybe.
This was divine intervention. You know what divine intervention is?
I think so.
-That means that God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets. -That's right. That's exactly what it means.
God came down from Heaven and stopped these motherfuckin' bullets.
I think it's time for us to leave, Jules.
Don't do that. Don't fuckin' blow this shit off! What just happened here was a fuckin' miracle!
-Chill. This shit happens. -Wrong! Wrong. This shit doesn't "just happen."
Do you want to continue this theological discussion in a car...
-or in a jailhouse with the cops? -We should be fuckin' dead, my friend!
What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fucking acknowledge it!
All right, it was a miracle. Can we go now?
Let's go, nigger!