The Israeli Supreme Court has issued the verdict: Pork can be bought and sold in the Jewish State. We may not keep strictly kosher, but one of the enjoyable things about being a bad Jew is feeling guilty about the occasional piece of [i]trayf[/i]. Now what do we have?

Pulp Fiction, 1994:
Vincent: Want some bacon?
Jules: No man, I don’t eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain’t Jewish, I just don’t dig on swine, that’s all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ’cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherf—-r. Pigs sleep and root in s–t. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eat nothin’ that ain’t got enough sense enough to disregard its own feces.

‘Nuf said.