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What? What? You talking back to me? | I'm telling you don't say nothing to me. |
That had not occurred to us, Dude. | Well, okay, you're not privy to all the new shit, so uh, you know, but that's what you pay me for. Speaking of which, would it be possible for me to get my twenty grand in cash? I gotta check this with my accountant of course, but my concern is that, you know, it could bump me into a higher tax-- |
A dick, man! And let me tell you something: I dig your work. Playing one side against the other--in bed with everybody--fabulous stuff, man. | I'm not a--ah, fuck it, just stay away from my fucking lady friend, man. |
I'm not a--ah, fuck it, just stay away from my fucking lady friend, man. | Hey hey, I'm not messing with your special lady-- |
Hey hey, I'm not messing with your special lady-- | She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man! |
She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man! | Hey, man, I'm not-- |
Hey, man, I'm not-- | Who're you working for? Lebowski? Jackie Treehorn? |
Who're you working for? Lebowski? Jackie Treehorn? | The Gundersons. |
The Gundersons. | The? Who the fff-- |
The? Who the fff-- | The Gundersons. It's a wandering daughter job. Bunny Lebowski, man. Her real name is Fawn Gunderson. Her parents want her back. |
There's no ransom if you don't have a fucking hostage. That's what ransom is. Those are the fucking rules. | Zere ARE no ROOLZ! |
Zere ARE no ROOLZ! | NO RULES! YOU CABBAGE-EATING SONS- OF- BITCHES-- |
What the fuck is he talking about? | My rug. |
His name is Lebowski? That's your name, Dude! | Yeah, this is the guy, this guy should compensate me for the fucking rug. I mean his wife goes out and owes money and they pee on my rug. |
Yeah, well, what do you care, Walter? | Yeah Dude, why is Walter so pissed off? |
What's a pederast, Walter? | Shut the fuck up, Donny. |
If what's during league play? | Life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit. |
Life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit. | What's wrong with Walter, Dude? |
I am the Walrus. | That fucking bitch! |
Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin! Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov! | What the fuck is he talking about? |
What the fuck is he talking about? | That's fucking exactly what happened, Dude! That makes me fucking SICK! |
Burkhalter. | I told that kraut a fucking thousand times I don't roll on shabbas. |
I told that kraut a fucking thousand times I don't roll on shabbas. | It's already posted. |
It's already posted. | WELL THEY CAN FUCKING UN-POST IT! |
Kill that poor woman. | Walter, if you can't ride in a car, how d'you get around on Shammas-- |
Walter, if you can't ride in a car, how d'you get around on Shammas-- | Really, Dude, you surprise me. They're not gonna kill shit. They're not gonna do shit. What can they do? Fuckin' amateurs. And meanwhile, look at the bottom line. Who's sitting on a million fucking dollars? Am I wrong? |
And then they're gonna stamp on it?! | Oh for Christ--will you shut the fuck up, Donny. |
Those are good burgers, Walter. | Shut the fuck up, Donny. This kid is in the ninth grade, Dude, and his father is--are you ready for this?-- Arthur Digby Sellers. |
What have you. We'll, uh-- | We'll be near the In-and-Out Burger. |
We'll be near the In-and-Out Burger. | Shut the fuck up, Donny. We'll, uh, brace the kid--he'll be a pushover. We'll get that fucking money, if he hasn't spent it already. Million fucking clams. And yes, we'll be near the, uh--some burgers, some beers, a few laughs. Our fucking troubles are over, Dude. |
Who's in pyjamas, Walter? | Shut the fuck up, Donny. Not a bunch of fig-eaters with towels on their heads tryin' to find reverse on a Soviet tank. This is not a worthy-- |
--So he says, "My son can't hold a job, my daughter's married to a fuckin' loser, and I got a rash on my ass so bad I can't hardly siddown. But you know me. I can't complain." | Fuckin' A, man. I got a rash. Fuckin' A, man. I gotta tell ya Tony. |
Jesus, man, can you change the station? | Fuck you man! You don't like my fucking music, get your own fucking cab! |
Fuck you man! You don't like my fucking music, get your own fucking cab! | I've had a-- |
I've had a-- | I pull over and kick your ass out, man! |
I pull over and kick your ass out, man! | --had a rough night, and I hate the fucking Eagles, man-- |
--had a rough night, and I hate the fucking Eagles, man-- | That's it! Outta this fucking cab! |
Of course, you do get the good with the bad. The new technology permits us to do exciting things with interactive erotic software. Wave of the future, Dude. 100% electronic. | Uh-huh. Well, I still jerk off manually. |
Uh-huh. Well, I still jerk off manually. | Of course you do. I can see you're anxious for me to get to the point. Well Dude, here it is. Where's Bunny? |
Of course you do. I can see you're anxious for me to get to the point. Well Dude, here it is. Where's Bunny? | I thought you might know, man. |
I thought you might know, man. | Me? How would I know? The only reason she ran off was to get away from her rather sizable debt to me. |
Me? How would I know? The only reason she ran off was to get away from her rather sizable debt to me. | But she hasn't run off, she's been-- |
I've heard the kidnapping story, so save it. I know you're mixed up in all this, Dude, and I don't care what you're trying to take off her husband. That's your business. All I'm saying is, I want mine. | Yeah, well, right man, there are many facets to this, uh, you know, many interested parties. If I can find your money, man-- what's in it for the Dude? |
Yeah, well, right man, there are many facets to this, uh, you know, many interested parties. If I can find your money, man-- what's in it for the Dude? | Of course, there's that to discuss. Refill? |
Of course, there's that to discuss. Refill? | Does the Pope shit in the woods? |
Does the Pope shit in the woods? | Let's say a 10% finder's fee? |
Let's say a 10% finder's fee? | Okay, Jackie, done. I like the way you do business. Your money is being held by a kid named Larry Sellers. He lives in North Hollywood, on Radford, near the In-and-Out Burger. A real fuckin' brat, but I'm sure your goons'll be able to get it off him, mean he's only fifteen and he's flunking social studies. So if you... |
Who the fuck are you, man! Come on, man! | Relax, man! No physical harm intended! |
Relax, man! No physical harm intended! | Who the fuck are you? Why've you been following me? Come on, fuckhead! |
Who the fuck are you? Why've you been following me? Come on, fuckhead! | Hey, relax man, I'm a brother shamus. |
Brother Shamus? Like an Irish monk? | Irish m--What the fuck are you talking about? My name's Da Fino! I'm a private snoop! Like you, man! |
Irish m--What the fuck are you talking about? My name's Da Fino! I'm a private snoop! Like you, man! | Huh? |
Is that what that's a picture of? | In a sense, yes. Elfranco, my robe. My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal. Which bothers some men. The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. Vagina. |
In a sense, yes. Elfranco, my robe. My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal. Which bothers some men. The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. Vagina. | Oh yeah? |
Oh yeah? | Yes, they don't like hearing it and find it difficult to say. Whereas without batting an eye a man will refer to his "dick" or his "rod" or his "Johnson". |
Yes, they don't like hearing it and find it difficult to say. Whereas without batting an eye a man will refer to his "dick" or his "rod" or his "Johnson". | "Johnson"? |
"Johnson"? | Thank you. |
Huh? | Yes, I know about it. And I know that you acted as courier. And let me tell you something: the whole thing stinks to high heaven. |
Yes, I know about it. And I know that you acted as courier. And let me tell you something: the whole thing stinks to high heaven. | Right, but let me explain something about that rug-- |
Right, but let me explain something about that rug-- | Do you like sex, Mr. Lebowski? |
Do you like sex, Mr. Lebowski? | Excuse me? |
Excuse me? | Sex. The physical act of love. Coitus. Do you like it? |
Sex. The physical act of love. Coitus. Do you like it? | I was talking about my rug. |
I was talking about my rug. | You're not interested in sex? |
You're not interested in sex? | You mean coitus? |
You mean coitus? | I like it too. It's a male myth about feminists that we hate sex. It can be a natural, zesty enterprise. But unfortunately there are some people--it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women--who engage in it compulsively and without joy. |
I like it too. It's a male myth about feminists that we hate sex. It can be a natural, zesty enterprise. But unfortunately there are some people--it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women--who engage in it compulsively and without joy. | Oh, no. |
Oh, no. | Yes Mr. Lebowski, these unfortunate souls cannot love in the true sense of the word. Our mutual acquaintance Bunny is one of these. |
Yes Mr. Lebowski, these unfortunate souls cannot love in the true sense of the word. Our mutual acquaintance Bunny is one of these. | Listen, Maude, I'm sorry if your stepmother is a nympho, but I don't see what it has to do with--do you have any kalhua? |
Listen, Maude, I'm sorry if your stepmother is a nympho, but I don't see what it has to do with--do you have any kalhua? | Take a look at this, sir. |
What happened to your house? | Jackie Treehorn trashed the place. Wanted to save the finder's fee. |
Jackie Treehorn trashed the place. Wanted to save the finder's fee. | Finder's fee? |
Finder's fee? | He thought I had your father's money, so he got me out of the way while he looked for it. |
He thought I had your father's money, so he got me out of the way while he looked for it. | It's not my father's money, it's the Foundation's. Why did he think you had it? And who does? |
It's not my father's money, it's the Foundation's. Why did he think you had it? And who does? | Larry Sellers, a high-school kid. Real fucking brat. |
Jeffrey-- | It's a complicated case, Maude. Lotta ins, lotta outs. Fortunately I've been adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber. I'm real fucking close to your father's money, real fucking close. It's just-- |
It's a complicated case, Maude. Lotta ins, lotta outs. Fortunately I've been adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber. I'm real fucking close to your father's money, real fucking close. It's just-- | I keep telling you, it's the Foundation's money. Father doesn't have any. |
I keep telling you, it's the Foundation's money. Father doesn't have any. | Huh? He's fucking loaded. |
Huh? He's fucking loaded. | No no, the wealth was all Mother's. |
No no, the wealth was all Mother's. | But your father--he runs stuff, he-- |
But your father--he runs stuff, he-- | We did let Father run one of the companies, briefly, but he didn't do very well at it. |
We did let Father run one of the companies, briefly, but he didn't do very well at it. | But he's-- |
But he's-- | He helps administer the charities now, and I give him a reasonable allowance. He has no money of his own. I know how he likes to present himself; Father's weakness is vanity. Hence the slut. |
He helps administer the charities now, and I give him a reasonable allowance. He has no money of his own. I know how he likes to present himself; Father's weakness is vanity. Hence the slut. | Huh. Jeez. Well, so, did he--is that yoga? |
What's your point, Walter? | There's no fucking reason--here's my point, Dude--there's no fucking reason-- |
Forget it, Donny. You're out of your element. | This Chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill so what the fuck are you talking about? |
This Chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill so what the fuck are you talking about? | What the fuck are you talking about?! This Chinaman is not the issue! I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line you do not, uh--and also, Dude, Chinaman is not the preferred, uh. . . Asian- American. Please. |
What the fuck are you talking about?! This Chinaman is not the issue! I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line you do not, uh--and also, Dude, Chinaman is not the preferred, uh. . . Asian- American. Please. | Walter, this is not a guy who built the rail- roads, here, this is a guy who peed on my-- |
Walter, this is not a guy who built the rail- roads, here, this is a guy who peed on my-- | What the fuck are you-- |
What the fuck are you-- | Walter, he peed on my rug-- |
Way to go, Dude. If you will it, it is no dream. | You're fucking twenty minutes late. What the fuck is that? |
You're fucking twenty minutes late. What the fuck is that? | Theodore Herzel. |
Theodore Herzel. | Huh? |
Huh? | State of Israel. If you will it, Dude, it is no-- |
State of Israel. If you will it, Dude, it is no-- | What the fuck're you talking about? The carrier. What's in the fucking carrier? |
What the fuck're you talking about? The carrier. What's in the fucking carrier? | Huh? Oh--Cynthia's Pomeranian. Can't leave him home alone or he eats the furniture. |
Huh? Oh--Cynthia's Pomeranian. Can't leave him home alone or he eats the furniture. | What the fuck are you-- |
What the fuck are you-- | I'm saying, Cynthia's Pomeranian. I'm looking after it while Cynthia and Marty Ackerman are in Hawaii. |
I'm saying, Cynthia's Pomeranian. I'm looking after it while Cynthia and Marty Ackerman are in Hawaii. | You brought a fucking Pomeranian bowling? |
You brought a fucking Pomeranian bowling? | What do you mean "brought it bowling"? I didn't rent it shoes. I'm not buying it a fucking beer. He's not gonna take your fucking turn, Dude. |
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