See now I’m thinkin’…maybe it means…you’re the evil man, and I’m the righteous man, and Mr. Nine Millimeter here, he’s the Shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the Valley of Darkness. Or it could mean…you’re the righteous man, and I’m the Shepherd, and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish…and I like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is…you’re the weak, and I’m the tyranny of evil men…but I’m tryin’, Ringo…I’m tryin’ real hard…to be the Shepherd.
Jules Winnfield, Pulp Fiction
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