The Movie: Pulp Fiction, 1994 (Quentin Tarantino, writer and director)
Who says it: Samuel L. Jackson as Jules, a gun for hire
The context: Jules and his partner, Vincent (John Travolta), have just survived an unexpected shootout, and Jules thinks it’s time to change his ways.
How to use it: To acknowledge divine intervention.
Unquestioning self-righteousness makes me crazy, but I'm baffled by those who dismiss the conventionally religious as under-educated fools. It's been interesting to watch the press coverage of the Pope's death (and the Pope is dying, regardless of Keith Olbermann's bizarre speculations on camera around 2:00 this morning). Everyone's working so hard to be objective about an event that no honest person can see objectively. I have friends who think this Pope has done terrible damage to the world; for myself, I feel that I am losing a beloved grandfather I never really got to know.
Last night was weird. I didn't go out, just stayed up much too late, flipping back and forth between Papal Deathwatch 2005 and a Laurel-and-Hardy marathon on Turner Classic Movies. The unifying theme, if there was one, was affection for the frailties of man. God loves us, but God laughs at us, too, which we know because we can laugh at each other.
My friend Barb, a folk musician, just sent me a description (because I asked) of what it means to "frail" a banjo. Frailing is a way of thumping the strings, as well as picking, with your hand in the shape of a make-believe gun.
And there's no point to that factoid except that it seemed to match the Pulp Fiction quote, and reminds us again of the wonders of English.