Uh, yes, I was joking.
Vincent: Want some scat?
Jules: No man, I don't eat scat.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on scat, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Scats are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Fried scat tastes gooood. Broiled scat tastes gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy (things). Scats sleep and root in (poop). That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard 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 scat 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 scat. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that (Nemo), you know what I'm sayin'?