– 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?