"Way out West there was this fella." "Fella I wanna tell you about." "Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski." "Least that was the handle that his loving parents gave him." "But he never had much use for it himself." "This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude." "Now Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from." "But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, and a lot about where he lived likewise." "But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darned interesting." "They call Los Angeles the City of Angels." "I didn't find it to be that, exactly." "But I'll allow there are some nice folks there." "Course, I can't say I seen London, and I never been to France, and I ain't never seen no queen in her damned undies, as the fella says." "But I'll tell you what, after seeing Los Angeles and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I've seen something every bit as stupefying as you can see in any of those other places," "and in English, too." "So I can die with a smile on my face without feeling like the good Lord gypped me." "Now, this here story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early '90s, just about the time of our conflict with Saddam and the Iraqis." "I only mention it 'cause sometimes there's a man..." "I won't say a hero." "'Cause what's a hero?" "But sometimes there's a man... and I'm talking about the Dude here, sometimes there's a man... well, he's the man for his time and place." "He fits right in there." "And that's the Dude in Los Angeles." "And even if he is a lazy man, and the Dude was most certainly that, quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles county, which would place him high in the running for laziest worldwide." "But sometimes there's a man..." "Sometimes there's a man..." "Well, I lost my train of thought here." "But..." "Hell, I done introduced him enough." "...with them all for a collective action." "This will not stand." "This will not stand, this aggression against Kuwait." "Where's the money, Lebowski?" "I want that money, Lebowski." "Bunny says you're good for it." "Where's the money, Lebowski?" "Where's the money, Lebowski?" "Where's the fucking money, shithead?" "It's down there somewhere." "Let me take another look." "Don't fuck with us." "Your wife owes money to Jackie Treehorn, that means you owe money to Jackie Treehorn." "Ever thus to deadbeats, Lebowski." "No, don't do..." " Not on the rug, man." " See?" "See what happens, Lebowski?" "You see what happens?" "Nobody calls me Lebowski." "You got the wrong guy." "I'm the Dude, man." "Your name's Lebowski, Lebowski." "Your wife is Bunny." "My wife?" "Bunny?" "Do you see a wedding ring on my finger?" "Does this place look like I'm fucking married?" "The toilet seat's up, man!" "What the fuck is this?" "Obviously you're not a golfer." "Woo?" "Yeah." "Isn't this guy supposed to be a millionaire?" "Fuck." "Yeah." "What do you think?" "He looks like a fucking loser." "Hey, at least I'm housebroken." "Fucking time-waster." "Thanks a lot, asshole." "I'm throwing rocks tonight." "Mark it, Dude." "I'm telling you, this was a valued rug." "This was a..." "Yeah, man." "It really tied the room together." "This was a valued..." "What tied the room together, Dude?" "My rug." "Were you listening to the Dude's story, Donny?" "What?" "Walter." "Were you listening to the Dude's story?" "I was bowling." "So you have no frame of reference here, Donny." "You're like a child who wanders into the middle of a movie and wants to know..." "Walter, what's the point, man?" "There's no reason, here's my point, Dude." "There's no fucking reason why these two..." "Yeah, Walter, what's your point?" "Walter, what is the..." "Look, we all know who is at fault here." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Huh?" "No, what the fuck are you..." "I'm not..." "We're talking about unchecked aggression here, Dude." "What the fuck is he talking about?" "My rug." "Forget it, Donny!" "You're out of your element!" "Walter, the 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?" "The Chinaman is not the issue here, Dude!" "I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude." "Across this line you do not..." "Also, Dude, "Chinaman" is not the preferred nomenclature." "Asian-American, please." "Walter, this isn't a guy who built the rail roads here." "This is a guy..." "What the fuck are you..." "Walter, he peed on my rug!" "He peed on the Dude's rug." "Donny, you're out of your element." "Dude, the Chinaman is not the issue here." "So, who..." "Jeff Lebowski." "The other Jeffrey Lebowski." "The millionaire." "That's fucking interesting, man." "That's fucking interesting." "Plus, he has the wealth, obviously, and the resources, so that there's no reason, there's no fucking reason why his wife should go out and owe money all over town, and then they come and they pee on your fucking rug!" "Am I wrong?" "No." "Am I wrong?" "Yeah, but..." "Okay then." "That rug really tied the room together, did it not?" "Fucking A. And this guy peed on it." "Donny, please." "You know, this is the fucking guy..." "I could find this fucking Lebowski guy." "His name is Lebowski?" "That's your name, Dude." "This is the guy who should compensate me for the fucking rug." "His wife goes out and owes money all over town, and they pee on my rug?" "They pee on your fucking rug?" "Peed on my fucking rug." "That's right, Dude." "They peed on your fucking rug." "This is the study." "As you can see, the various commendations, awards..." ""Jeffrey Lebowski."... citations, honorary degrees, et cetera." "Very impressive." "Oh, please feel free to inspect them." "Oh." "No, I'm not really..." "Oh, please." "Please." "That is the key to the city of Pasadena, which Mr. Lebowski received two years ago in recognition of his various civic..." "Oh!" "That's the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce Business Achiever Award, which is given..." "Oh, not necessarily given every year." "Hey, is this..." "Given only when there's a worthy somebody..." "Is this him with Nancy?" "Yes, indeed, that is Mr. Lebowski with the first lady, yes." "It was taken when Mrs. Reagan..." "That's Lebowski on the left there?" "Of course." "Mr. Lebowski, on the left..." "So he's a..." "You know, a handicapped kind of guy?" "Mr. Lebowski is disabled, yes." "This picture was taken when Mrs. Reagan was first lady of the nation." "Yes, yes." "Not of California." "Good shot." "In fact, he met privately with the President, though, unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for a photo opportunity." "Oh, Nancy's pretty good." "Oh, wonderful woman." "We were very happy to..." "These are..." "Oh, those are Mr. Lebowski's children, so to speak." "Different mothers, huh?" "No, they're not..." "Racially, he's pretty cool?" "They're not literally his children." "They're the Little Lebowski Urban Achievers, inner city children of promise, but without the necessary means for..." "Necessary means for a higher education, so Mr. Lebowski is committed to sending all of them to college." "Excuse me." "Oh, geez." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Far out." "Think he's got room for one more?" "One..." "Oh." "You never went to college." "Please, don't touch that." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "No, I did, but, you know, I spent most of my time occupying various administration buildings, smoking a lot of Thai stick, breaking into the ROTC and bowling." "Tell you the truth, Brandt, I don't remember most of it." "Okay, sir." "You're a Lebowski, I'm a Lebowski." "That's terrific." "But I am very busy, as I imagine you are." "What can I do for you, sir?" "Well, sir, it's this rug I have." "It really tied the room together." "You told Brandt on the phone." "He told me." "Where do I fit in?" "Well, they were looking for you, these two guys." "You know, they..." "I'll say it again." "You told Brandt on the phone." "He told me." "I know what happened." "Yes, yes." "Oh, so you know that they were trying to piss on your rug." "Did I urinate on your rug?" "You mean, did you personally come and pee on my rug?" "Hello!" "Do you speak English, sir?" "¿ Parla usted inglés ?" "I'll ask you again." "Did I urinate on your rug?" "No." "Like I said, Woo peed on my rug." "I just want to understand this, sir." "Every time a rug is micturated upon in this fair city," "I have to compensate the person?" "Come on, man." "I'm not trying to scam anybody here." "You know, I'm just..." "You're just looking for a handout like every other..." "Are you employed, Mr. Lebowski?" "Wait." "Let me explain something to you." "I am not Mr. Lebowski." "You're Mr. Lebowski." "I'm the Dude." "So that's what you call me." "You know?" "That or His Dudeness, or Duder or, you know," "El Duderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing." "Are you employed, sir?" "Employed?" "You don't go out looking for a job dressed like that, do you?" "On a weekday?" "Is this a..." "What day is this?" "Well, I do work, sir." "So, if you don't mind..." "No, I do mind." "The Dude minds." "This will not stand, you know." "This aggression will not stand, man." "I mean, your wife owes money..." "My wife is not the issue here!" "I hope that someday my wife will learn to live on her allowance, which is ample." "But if she does not, that is her problem, not mine, just as the rug is your problem." "Just as every bum's lot in life is his own responsibility, regardless of who he chooses to blame." "I didn't blame anyone for the loss of my legs." "Some Chinaman took them from me in Korea." "But I went out and achieved anyway." "I cannot solve your problems, sir." "Only you can." "Well, fuck it." "Oh, fuck it." "Yes, that's your answer." "That's your answer to everything." "Tattoo it on your forehead!" "Your revolution is over, Mr. Lebowski!" "Condolences!" "The bums lost!" "My advice to you is to do what your parents did!" "Get a job, sir!" "The bums will always lose!" "Do you hear me, Lebowski?" "The bums will always lose." "How was your meeting, Mr. Lebowski?" "Okay." "The old man told me to take any rug in the house." "Well, enjoy." "And perhaps we'll see you again sometime, Dude." "Yeah, sure." "If I'm in the neighborhood, you know, and I need to use the john." "Blow on them." "Huh?" "Go ahead." "Blow." "You want me to blow on your toes?" "Uh-huh." "I can't blow that far." "Are you sure he won't mind?" "Uli doesn't care about anything." "He's a nihilist." "Oh, that must be exhausting." "You're not blowing." "Our guest has to be getting along, Mrs. Lebowski." "Oh!" "You're Bunny." "I'll suck your cock for $1,000." "Wonderful woman." "We're all very fond of her." "Very free-spirited." "Brandt can't watch though, or he has to pay $100." "That's marvelous." "I'm just gonna go find a cash machine." "I'm slamming them tonight!" "You guys are dead in the water." "All right!" "Way to go, Donny!" ""If you will it, it is no dream."" "Fucking 20 minutes late, man." "What the fuck is that?" "Theodore Herzl." "Huh?" "State of Israel." "If you will it, Dude, it is no dream." "What the fuck are you talking about, man?" "The carrier." "What's in the fucking carrier?" "Huh?" "Oh!" "Cynthia's dog." "Think it's a Pomeranian." "Can't leave him home alone or he eats the furniture." "I'm watching it while Cynthia and Marty Ackerman are in Hawaii." "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 taking your fucking turn, Dude." "Man, if my fucking ex-wife asked me to take care of her fucking dog while she and her boyfriend went to Honolulu," "I'd tell her to go fuck herself." "Why can't she board it?" "First of all, Dude, you don't have an ex." "Secondly, this is a fucking show dog with fucking papers." "You can't board it." "It gets upset." "Its hair falls out." "Walter..." "Fucking dog has fucking papers." "Over the line!" "Huh?" "I'm sorry, Smokey." "You were over the line." "That's a foul." "Bullshit." "Mark it eight, Dude." "Excuse me." "Mark it zero." "Next frame." "Bullshit, Walter." "Mark it eight, Dude." "Smokey, this is not Nam." "This is bowling." "There are rules." "Hey, Walter, come on." "Hey, man, it's Smokey." "So his toe slipped over a little, you know." "It's just a game, man." "This is a league game." "This determines who enters the next round robin." " Am I wrong?" " Yeah, but I wasn't..." "Am I wrong?" "Yeah, but I wasn't over." "Give me the marker, Dude." "I'm marking an eight." "Smokey, my friend, you're entering a world of pain." "Walter, man." "You mark that frame an eight, you're entering a world of pain." "I'm not..." "A world of pain." "Look, Dude, this is your partner." "Has the whole world gone crazy?" "Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules?" "Mark it zero!" "They're calling the cops, man." "Put the piece away." "Mark it zero!" "Walter, put the piece away." "Walter." "You think I'm fucking around here?" "Mark it zero!" "All right." "It's fucking zero." "You happy, you crazy fuck?" "It's a league game, Smokey." "You can't do that, man." "These guys, you know, they're like me, they're pacifists." "Smokey was a conscientious objector." "You know, Dude, I myself dabbled in pacifism at one point." "Not in Nam, of course." "And you know he's got emotional problems, man." "You mean, beyond pacifism?" "He's fragile." "He's very fragile." "I did not know that." "Well, it's all water under the bridge." "And we do enter the next round robin." "Am I wrong?" "No, you're not wrong." "Am I wrong?" "You're not wrong, Walter." "You're just an asshole." "Okay then." "Play Quintana and O'Brien next week." "They should be pushovers." "Man, would you just..." "Just take it easy, man." "You know, that's your answer for everything, Dude." "Let me point out something." "Pacifism is not..." "Look at our current situation with that camel fucker in Iraq." "Pacifism is not something to hide behind." "Just take it easy, man." "I'm perfectly calm, Dude." "Yeah, waving the fucking gun around?" "Calmer than you are." "Will you just take it easy?" "Calmer than you are." "Dude, this is Smokey." "Look, I don't wanna be a hard-on about this, and I know it wasn't your fault, but I just thought it was fair to tell you that Gilbert and I will be submitting this to the league" "and asking them to set aside the round." "I don't know, maybe forfeit it to us." "So, like I say, just thought, you know, fair warning." "Tell Walter." "I'm sorry." "Mr. Lebowski, this is Brandt at..." "Well, at Mr. Lebowski's office." "Please call us as soon as it's convenient." "Mr. Lebowski, this is Mel Zelnicker of the Southern Cal Bowling League." "I just got an informal report that a member of your team, a Walter Sobchak, drew a firearm during league play." "If this is true, of course, it contravenes a number of the league's bylaws and also article 27 of the league..." "Dude." "Hey, Marty." "Dude, I finally got..." "I got the venue I wanted." "I'm performing my dance quintet, you know, my cycle, at Crane Jackson's Fountain Street Theater on Tuesday night." "And, well, I'd love it if you came and gave me notes." "I'll be there, man." "Dude, tomorrow's already the tenth." "Far out." "Oh." "Oh, all right." "Okay." "Just slip the rent under my door." "...serious infraction and examine your standing." "Thank you." "Mr. Lebowski, Brandt again." "Please do call us as soon as you get in and I'll send the limo." "I hope you're not avoiding this call because of the rug, which I assure you is not a problem." "We need your help, and..." "Well, we would very much like to see you." "Thank you." "It's Brandt." "We've had some terrible news." "Mr. Lebowski's in seclusion in the west wing." "Mr. Lebowski." "Funny." "I can look back on a life of achievement, challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome." "I've accomplished more than most men and without the use of my legs." "What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?" "Dude." "Huh?" "Oh, I don't know, sir." "Is it being prepared to do the right thing, whatever the cost?" "Isn't that what makes a man?" "Sure, that and a pair of testicles." "You're joking, but perhaps you're right." "You mind if I do a Jay?" "Bunny." "Excuse me?" "Bunny Lebowski." "She is the light of my life." "Are you surprised at my tears, sir?" "Oh, fucking A." "Strong men also cry." "Strong men also cry." "I received this fax this morning." "As you can see, it is a ransom note." ""We have Bunny."" "Written by men who were unable to achieve on a level field of play." ""Gather $1 million..."" "Cowards! "... in unmarked, nonconsecutive 20s."" "Weaklings!" ""Await instructions."" "Bums!" ""No funny stuff."" "Bummer." "Huh?" "This is a bummer, man." "That's..." "That's a bummer." "Brandt will fill you in on the details." "Mr. Lebowski is prepared to make a generous offer to you to act as courier once we get instructions for the money." "Why me, man?" "He believes the culprits might be the very people who soiled your rug and you are in a unique position to confirm or disconfirm that suspicion." "He thinks the carpet pissers did this?" "Well, Dude, we just don't know." "Fucking Quintana." "That creep can roll, man." "Yeah, but he's a pervert, Dude." "Yeah." "No, he's a sex offender with a record." "He did six months in Chino for exposing himself to an eight-year-old." "When he moved to Hollywood, he had to go door-to-door to tell everyone he was a pederast." "What's a pederast, Walter?" "Shut the fuck up, Donny." "So, how much did he give you?" "20 grand, man." "And, of course, I still get to keep the rug." "Just for making a hand-off?" "Yeah." "They gave Dude a beeper." "So whenever these guys call..." "What if it's during a game?" "Oh, I told them if it was during league play..." "What's during league play?" "Life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit." "I figure..." "What's wrong with Walter, Dude?" "I figure it's easy money, you know." "It's all pretty harmless." "She probably kidnapped herself." "What do you mean, Dude?" "Rug-peers did not do this." "Look at it." "A young trophy wife marries this guy for his money." "She figures he isn't giving her enough, you know." "She owes money all over town." "That fucking bitch!" "It's all a goddamn fake, man." "It's like Lenin said, you look for the person who will benefit and, you know..." "I Am the Walrus?" "You know, you'll..." "You know what I'm trying to say." "I Am the Walrus." "That fucking bitch!" "Oh, yeah!" "I Am the Walrus." "That's..." "Shut the fuck up, Donny!" "V. I. Lenin, Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!" "What the fuck is he talking about?" "Fucking exactly what happened to those..." "That makes me fucking sick!" "Well, what do you care, Walter?" "Those rich fucks." "This whole fucking thing." "I did not watch my buddies die face down in the muck so that this fucking strumpet, this fucking whore, could waltz around..." "I don't see any connection with Vietnam, man." "Well, there isn't a literal connection, Dude." "No, Walter, face it, there isn't any connection." "Your roll." "Have it your way." "Your roll." "But my point is..." "My point is..." "Are you ready to be fucked, man?" "I see you rolled your way into the semis." "Dios mío, man." "Liam and me, we're gonna fuck you up." "Yeah?" "Well, you know, that's just like your opinion, man." "Let me tell you something, pendejo." "You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes," "I'll take it away from you and stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger till it goes click." "Jesus." "You said it, man." "Nobody fucks with the Jesus." "Eight-year-olds, Dude." "They called about 80 minutes ago." "They want you to take the money, drive north on the 405." "They will call you on the portable phone with instructions in about 40 minutes." "One person only." "They were very clear on that, or I'd go with you." "One person only." "What happened to your jaw?" "Oh, nothing, man." "Here's the money." "And the phone." "Please, Dude, follow whatever instructions they give." "All right." "Her life is in your hands." "Man, don't say that." "Mr. Lebowski asked me to repeat that, her life is in your hands." "Oh, shit, man." "Her life is in your hands, Dude." "Report back to us as soon as it's done." "Where the fuck are you going, man?" "Take the ringer, I'll drive." "The what?" "The ringer." "The ringer, Dude." "What the..." "Have they called yet?" "What the hell is this?" "My dirty undies, Dude." "The laundry." "The whites." "Walter, I'm sure there's a reason you brought your dirty undies, man." "That's right, Dude." "The weight." "The ringer cannot look empty." "Walter, what the fuck are you thinking, man?" "You're right, Dude." "I got to thinking." "I got to thinking, why should we settle for a measly fucking 20 grand..." "We?" "What the fuck, "we"?" "You said you just wanted to come along." "My point, Dude, is why should we settle for 20 grand when we can keep the entire million?" "Am I wrong?" "Yes, you're wrong." "This isn't a fucking game, man." "Oh, but it is a game." "You said so yourself." "She kidnapped herself." "I said I thought..." " Dude, here." " Who is this?" "Dude." "The bagman, man." "Where do you want us to go?" "Us?" "Shit!" "Yeah, you know, me and the driver." "I'm not handling the money, driving the car and talking on the phone all by my..." "Shut the fuck up!" "Dude, are you fucking this up?" "Who is that?" "That is the driver." "I told you..." "Oh, shit!" "What the fuck's going on?" "Walter..." "What the fuck is going on?" "He hung up, man." "You fucked it up." "You fucked it up!" "Her life was in our hands, man." "Easy, Dude." "We're screwed now." "We don't get shit." "They're gonna kill her." "We're fucked, Walter." "Nothing is fucked, Dude." "Come on." "You're being very un-Dude." "They'll call back." "Look, she kidnapped..." "You see?" "Nothing's fucked here, Dude." "Nothing is fucked." "They're a bunch of fucking amateurs." "Walter, will you just shut the fuck up?" "Don't say peep while I'm doing business here, man." "Okay, Dude." "Have it your way." "But they're amateurs." "Fuck." "Dude." "Okay, we proceed but only if there is no funny stuff." "Yeah, yeah." "So no funny stuff." "Okay?" "Just tell me where the fuck you want us to go." "That was the sign, man." "So, all we gotta do is get her back." "No one's in a position to complain." "We keep the baksheesh." "Yeah, terrific, Walter." "But you haven't told me how we're gonna get her back." "Where is she?" "That's the simple part, Dude." "We make the hand-off, I grab one of them and beat it out of him." "Huh?" "That's a great plan, Walter." "That's fucking ingenious, if I understand it correctly." "It's a Swiss fucking watch." "That's right, Dude." "The beauty of this is its simplicity." "Once a plan gets too complex, everything can go wrong." "If there's one thing I learned in Nam..." "Dude." "You are coming to wooden bridge." "When you cross the bridge, you throw the bag from the left window of the moving car." "You're being watched." "Fuck." "What'd he say?" "Where's the hand-off?" "There is no fucking hand-off, man." "At the wooden bridge we throw the money out of the car." "We throw the money out of the moving car." "We can't do that, Dude." "That fucks up our plan." "Well, call them up and explain it to them, Walter." "Your plan is so fucking simple," "I'm sure they'll fucking understand it." "That's the beauty of it." "Wooden bridge, huh?" "Throw them the money, Walter." "We're not fucking around, man." "Okay, Dude, the bridge is coming up." "Give me the ringer, chop-chop." "Fuck that." "Walter, I love you, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron." "Okay, Dude." "No time to argue." "Hey, man!" "Here's the bridge." "Hey, Walter!" "Hey, Walter!" "Hey, Walter!" "Here goes the ringer!" "What the fuck?" "Okay, Dude, you're wheel." "Hey, man, what the fuck?" "At 15 mph, I roll out." "I double back, grab one of them and beat it out of him." "The Uzi." "Uzi." "You didn't think I was rolling out of here naked, did you?" "Walter, please!" "Fifteen, Dude!" "This is it!" "Let's take that hill!" "Walter!" "We have it!" "We have it!" "We have it!" "Fuck it, Dude." "Let's go bowling." "Aitz chaim he, Dude, as the ex used to say." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "What the fuck are we gonna tell Lebowski?" "Oh, him." "I don't know." "What exactly is the problem?" "The problem is..." "What do you mean, what's the..." "There was no..." "We didn't..." "They're gonna kill that poor woman, man!" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "The poor woman, that poor slut kidnapped herself." "Come on, Dude." "You said so yourself." "Man, I said I thought she kidnapped herself." "You're the one who's so fucking certain." "That's right, Dude." "100% certain." "They posted the next round for the tournament." "Donny, shut the fuck..." "When do we play?" "This Saturday." "Quintana and..." "Saturday?" "Well, they'll have to reschedule." "Walter, what am I gonna tell Lebowski?" "I told that fuck down at the league office." "Who's in charge of scheduling?" "Walter!" "Burkhalter." "I told that kraut a fucking thousand times, I don't roll on shabbos!" "Walter!" "They already posted it." "Well, they can fucking un-post it!" "Who gives a shit?" "They're gonna kill that poor woman, man!" "What am I gonna tell Lebowski?" "Come on, Dude." "Eventually she'll get tired of her little game and, you know, wander on back." "How come you don't roll on Saturday, Walter?" "I'm shomer shabbos." "What's that, Walter?" "Yeah, and in the meantime, what do I tell Lebowski?" "Saturday, Donny, is shabbos, the Jewish day of rest." "That means I don't work, I don't drive a car," "I don't fucking ride in a car," "I don't handle money, I don't turn on the oven and I sure as shit don't fucking roll!" "Sheesh." "Shomer shabbos!" "Walter, how am I gonna..." "Shomer fucking shabbos!" "Oh, fuck!" "That's it." "I'm out of here." "Oh, come on, Dude." "Dude!" "Dude!" "You just tell him..." "Tell him we made the drop and everything went, you know..." "Oh, yeah." "How'd it go?" "Went all right." "Dude's car got a little dinged up." "Walter, we didn't make the fucking hand-off, man!" "They didn't get the fucking money!" "And they're gonna..." "They're gonna..." "They're gonna kill that poor woman." "They're gonna kill that poor woman!" "Walter, if you can't ride in a car, then how do you get around on shabbos?" "Really, Dude, you surprise me." "They're not gonna kill shit." "They're not gonna do shit." "What can they do to her?" "Bunch of fucking amateurs." "And meanwhile, look at the bottom line." "Who's sitting on a million fucking dollars?" "Am I wrong?" "Walter." "Who's got a fucking million fucking dollars sitting in the trunk of our car?" "Our car, Walter?" "And what do they got?" "My dirty undies." "My fucking whites!" "Say, Dude?" "Where is your car?" "Who's got your undies, Walter?" "Where's your car, Dude?" "You don't know, Walter?" "It was parked in a handicap zone." "Perhaps they towed it." "You fucking know it's been stolen." "Well, certainly that's a possibility, Dude." "Oh, fuck it." "Where you going, Dude?" "I'm going home, Donny." "Phone's ringing, Dude." "Thank you, Donny!" "Yeah." "Green with some brown, rust coloration." "And was there anything of value in the car?" "Oh, yeah." "A tape deck, some Creedence tapes, and there was a..." "My briefcase." "In the briefcase?" "Papers." "Just papers." "You know, my papers, business papers." "And what do you do, sir?" "I'm unemployed." "My rug was also stolen." "Your rug was in the car?" "No." "Here." "Separate incidents." "The Dude is not in." "Do you find them much, these stolen cars?" "Sometimes." "Wouldn't hold out much hope for the tape deck though." "Or the Creedence." "What about the briefcase?" "Mr. Lebowski, I'd like to see you." "Call when you get home and I'll send a car for you." "My name is Maude Lebowski." "I'm the one who took your rug." "Well, guess we can close the file on that one." "I'll be with you in a moment, Mr. Lebowski." "Does the female form make you uncomfortable, Mr. Lebowski?" "Is that what this is a picture of?" "In a sense, yes." "My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal, which bothers some men." "The word itself makes some men uncomfortable." "Vagina." "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." ""Johnson"?" "All right, Mr. Lebowski, let's get down to cases." "My father told me he agreed to let you have the rug, but as it was a gift from me to my late mother, it was not his to give." "Now, your face." "As for this kidnapping." "Huh?" "Yes, I know all about it, and I know that you acted as courier." "Let me tell you something." "The whole thing stinks to high heaven." "Yeah, right, but let me explain something about the rug." "Do you like sex, Mr. Lebowski?" "Excuse me?" "Sex, the physical act of love." "Coitus." "Do you like it?" "I was talking about my rug." "You're not interested in sex?" "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." "However, there are some people, it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women, who engage in it compulsively and without joy." "Oh, no." "Oh, 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, you know, I don't see what this has to do with..." "You have any Kahlua?" "Take a look at this, sir." "Oh, I know that guy." "He's a nihilist." ""Karl Hungus."" "Hi." "Hello." "Mein dispatcher says there is something wrong with dein Kabel." "Yeah." "Come on in." "I'm not really sure exactly what's really wrong with the cable." "That's why they sent me." "I am an expert." "The TV's in here." "You recognize her, of course." "Helga, bring my tools." "That's my friend Sherry." "She just came over to use the shower." "The story is ludicrous." "My name is Karl." "Ich bin expert." "You must be here to fix the cable." "Lord, you can imagine where it goes from here." "He fixes the cable?" "Don't be fatuous, Jeffrey." "Little matter to me that this woman chose to pursue a career in pornography, nor that she has been banging Jackie Treehorn, to use the parlance of our times." "However, I am one of the two trustees of the Lebowski Foundation, the other being my father." "The foundation takes youngsters from Watts and..." "Shit, yeah." "The achievers." "Little Lebowski Urban Achievers, yes, and proud we are of all of them." "I asked my father about his withdrawal of $1 million from the foundation account, and he told me about this abduction, but I tell you it is preposterous." "This compulsive fornicator is taking my father for the proverbial ride." "Yeah, but my..." "I'm getting to your rug." "My father and I don't get along." "He doesn't approve of my lifestyle and, needless to say, I don't approve of his." "However, I hardly wish to make my father's embezzlement a police matter." "So I'm proposing that you try to recover the money from the people you delivered it to." "Well, I could do that." "If you successfully do so," "I will compensate you to the tune of 10% of the recovered sum." "A hundred..." "Thousand." "Yes." "Bones or clams or whatever you call them." "Yeah, but what about my..." "Your rug, yes." "Well, with that money you can buy any number of rugs that don't have sentimental value for me." "And I am sorry about that crack on the jaw." "Oh, that's fine." "That doesn't even..." "Here's the name and number of a doctor who will look at it for you." "You will receive no bill." "He's a good man and thorough." "That's thoughtful but..." "Please see him, Jeffrey." "He's a good man and thorough." "Oh, well, all right." "So he says, "My wife's a pain in the ass."" ""She's always busting my frigging agates."" ""My daughter's married to a loser bastard."" ""I got a rash so bad on my ass I can't even sit down."" ""But you know me, I can't complain."" "I got a rash, man." "Fucking A." "I gotta tell you, Tone, man, earlier today I was really feeling shitty, man." "Really down in the dumps." "Lost a little money..." "Hey, you know what?" "Forget about it, huh?" "Forget about it." "Yeah, fuck it, man." "You can't be worried about that shit." "Life goes on, man." "Well, home, sweet home, Mr. L." "Hey, yo." "Come here." "Who's your friend in the Volkswagen?" "Huh?" "Yeah." "He followed us here." "When did he start..." "Whoa!" "What the fuck?" "Get in the limo, you son of a bitch!" "No arguments!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Careful, man!" "There's a beverage here!" "Start talking, and talk fast, you lousy bum." "We've been frantically trying to reach you, Dude." "Where is my goddamn money, you bum?" "Well, we..." "I don't..." "They did not receive the money, you nitwit!" "They did not receive the money!" "Her life was in your hands!" "This is our concern, Dude." "No, man." "Nothing is fucked here." "Nothing is fucked?" "No, man." "The goddamn plane has crashed into the mountain!" "Man, come on." "Who are you gonna believe, those guys or..." "We dropped off the damn money." "We?" "I, the royal we." "You know." "The editorial..." "I dropped off the money exactly as per..." "Look, man, I've got certain information." "All right?" "Certain things have come to light and..." "You know, has it ever occurred to you that instead of, you know, running around, blaming me..." "You know, given the nature of all this new shit, you know, this could be a lot more complex..." "I mean, it's not just..." "It might not be just such a simple..." "You know?" "What in God's holy name are you blathering about?" "Well, I'll tell you what I'm blathering about." "I've got information, man." "New shit has come to light." "And, shit, man, she kidnapped herself." "Well, sure, man." "Look at it." "You know?" "A young trophy wife, in the parlance of our times, you know." "She owes money all over town, including to known pornographers." "And that's cool." "That's cool." "I'm saying she needs money, man." "And, you know, of course they're gonna say they didn't get it because she wants more, man." "She's gotta feed the monkey." "I mean..." "Hasn't that ever occurred to you, man?" "Sir?" "No, Mr. Lebowski, it had not occurred to me." "That had not occurred to us, Dude." "Well, okay, you know?" "You guys aren't privy to all the new shit, so, you know..." "But, hey, that's what you..." "That's what you pay me for." "Speaking of which, do you think that you could give me my $20,000 in cash?" "My concern is, and I've gotta check it with my accountant, that this might bump me up into a higher tax..." "Brandt, give him the envelope." "Oh, well, if you've already got the check made out, that's cool." "We received this this morning." "Since you have failed to achieve, even in the modest task which was your charge, since you have stolen my money, since you have unrepentantly betrayed my trust," "I have no choice but to tell these bums to do whatever is necessary to recover their money from you, Jeffrey Lebowski." "And with Brandt as my witness, I will tell you this, any further harm visited upon Bunny will be visited tenfold upon your head." "By God, sir," "I will not abide another toe." "That wasn't her toe, Dude." "Whose toe was it, Walter?" "How the fuck should I know?" "I do know that nothing about it indicates..." "The nail polish, Walter." "Fine, Dude." "As if it's impossible to get some nail polish, apply it to someone else's toe..." "Someone else..." "Pinking shears." "Where the fuck are they gonna get..." "You want a toe?" "I can get you a toe." "Believe me, there are ways, Dude." "You don't wanna know about it, believe me." "Yeah, but, Walter..." "Hell, I could get you a toe by 3:00 this afternoon with nail polish." "These fucking amateurs." "Walter..." "They send us a toe, we're supposed to shit ourselves with fear." "Jesus Christ!" "Walter..." "The point is..." "They're gonna kill her, Walter, and then they're gonna kill me." "Dude, that's..." "That's just the stress talking, man." "Now, so far we have what appears to me to be a series of victimless crimes." "What about the toe?" "Forget about the fucking toe!" "Excuse me, sir." "Could you please keep your voices down?" "This is a family restaurant." "Oh, please!" "Dear, for your information, the Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint." "Come on." "Walter, this is not a First Amendment thing, man." "Sir, if you don't calm down, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." "Lady, I got buddies who died face down in the muck so that you and I can enjoy this family restaurant!" "All right, I'm out of here." "Hey, Dude, don't go away, man." "Come on." "This affects all of us, man!" "It's our basic freedoms!" "I'm staying." "I'm finishing my coffee." "Enjoying my coffee." "The Dude is not in." "Leave a message after the beep." "It takes a minute." "Mr. Lebowski, this is Duty Officer Rolvaag of the LAPD." "We've recovered your automobile." "It can be claimed at the North Hollywood Auto Circus there on Victory." "Their hours there are..." "Far out, man." "Far fucking out!" "Hey!" "This is a private residence, man." "Oh, nice marmot." "Where is the money, Lebowski?" "We wants the money, Lebowski!" "You think we are kidding or making with the funny stuff?" "We could do things you haven't dreamed of, Lebowski." "Ja, we believes in nothing." "We believes in nothing, Lebowski." "Nothing!" "And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your johnson." "Excuse me?" "I said, we cut off your johnson!" "Just think about that, Lebowski." "Your wiggly penis, Lebowski." "Ja." "Maybe we stomp on it and squish it." "It was discovered last night in Van Nuys lodged against an abutment." "Oh, man." "Lodged where?" "You're lucky she didn't get chopped, Mr. Lebowski." "Oh, man!" "Must've been a joyride situation." "They abandoned the vehicle once they hit the retaining wall." "Oh, my fucking briefcase, man!" "It's not here!" "Shit!" "Yeah, I saw that on the report." "Sorry." "You gotta get in on the other side." "The side view was found on the road by the car." "You're lucky they left the tape deck though, and the Creedence." "Oh, Jesus!" "What's that smell, man?" "Yeah." "It's probably a vagrant slept in the car." "Or maybe just used it as a toilet and moved on." "Hey, man, are you gonna find these guys?" "Or, you know, I mean..." "You got any promising leads or..." "Leads?" "Yeah." "Sure." "I'll just check with the boys down at the crime lab." "They got four more detectives working on the case." "They got us working in shifts!" "Leads!" "My only hope is that the big Lebowski kills me before the Germans can cut my dick off." "Leads!" "Now, that is just ridiculous, Dude." "No one's going to cut your dick off." "Thank you, Walter." "Not if I have anything to say about it." "Thank you, Walter." "That makes me feel very secure." "Dude?" "That makes me feel very warm inside, man." "Dude?" "This whole fucking thing." "I could be sitting here with just pee stains on my rug." "But no, man, I got a, you know..." "Yeah." "Fucking Germans." "Nothing changes." "Fucking Nazis." "They were Nazis, Dude?" "Oh, come on, Donny." "They were threatening castration!" "Uh-huh." "Are we gonna split hairs here?" "No." "Am I wrong?" "Well, he didn't..." "Man, they were nihilists, man." "They kept saying they believed in nothing." "Nihilists." "Fuck me." "I mean, say what you want about the tenets of national socialism, Dude." "At least it's an ethos." "Yeah." "And, also, let's not forget..." "Let's not forget, Dude, that keeping wildlife, an amphibious rodent, for, you know, domestic..." "Within the city..." "That ain't legal, either." "What are you, a fucking park ranger now?" "No!" "I'm just trying to..." "Who gives a shit about the fucking marmot?" "We are sympathizing here, Dude." "Fuck sympathy." "I don't need your fucking sympathy, man." "I need my fucking johnson." "What do you need that for, Dude?" "You have got to buck up, man!" "You cannot drag this negative energy into the tournament." "Fuck the tournament." "Fuck you, Walter." "Fuck the tournament?" "Okay, Dude." "I can see you don't want to be cheered up here." "Come on, Donny." "Let's go get us a lane." "Another Caucasian, Gary." "Right, Dude." "Friends like these, huh, Gary?" "That's right, Dude." "You got a good sarsaparilla?" "Sioux City Sarsaparilla?" "Yeah." "That's a good one." "How're you doing there, Dude?" "Not too good, man." "One of those days, huh?" "Yeah." "Well, a wiser fellow than myself once said," ""Sometimes you eat the bear and..."" "Much obliged." ""Sometimes the bear, well, he eats you."" "That some kind of Eastern thing?" "Far from it." "I like your style, Dude." "Oh, well, I dig your style, too, man." "Got a whole cowboy thing going." "Thank you." "There's just one thing, Dude." "What's that?" "Do you have to use so many cuss words?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Okay, Dude." "Have it your way." "Take her easy, Dude." "Yeah." "Thanks, man." "Call for you, Dude." "Hello?" "Jeffrey, you have not gone to the doctor." "Oh, yeah, no." "No, I haven't yet." "I'd like to see you immediately." "Oh?" "So, you're Lebowski." "Yeah." "Maude has told me all about you." "She'll be back in a minute." "Sit down." "Do you want a drink?" "Yeah, sure." "White Russian." "The bar's over there." "So, what do you do, Lebowski?" "Who the fuck are you, man?" "Just a friend of Maudie's." "Yeah?" "The friend with the cleft asshole?" "What do you do?" "Oh, nothing much." "Hello, Jeffrey." "Hello." "Yeah." "How are you?" "Listen, Maude." "I got to tender my resignation or whatever because looks like your mother really was kidnapped after all." "She most certainly was not." "Hey, man, why don't you fucking listen occasionally?" "You might learn something." "Now, I got..." "Please don't call her my mother." "She's most definitely the perpetrator and not the victim." "I'm telling you, I've got pretty definitive evidence." "From who?" "From the main guy, Uli." "Uli Kunkel?" "Her costar in the beaver picture?" "You mean vagina?" "I mean, you know the guy?" "I might have introduced them, for all I know." "Do you remember Uli?" "He's a musician." "Used to have a group, Autobahn." "Look in my LP's." "They released one album in the late '70s." "Their music is sort of a techno pop." "So he's pretending to be the abductor?" "Well, yeah." "Look, Jeffrey, you don't really kidnap someone you're acquainted with." "The whole idea is that the hostage can't identify you after you've let them go." "Well, I know that." "What the fuck is with this guy?" "Who is he?" "Knox Harrington, the video artist." "So, Uli has the money." "Well, no, not exactly." "This is a very complicated case, Maude." "A lot of what-have-yous and a lot of strands to keep in my head, man." "You know, a lot of strands in the old Duder's head." "Hello?" "If Uli doesn't have it, then who does?" "It's Sandra about the Biennale." "Look." "I have to take this." "Do you still have that doctor's number?" "No, really, it's not even bruised anymore." "Oh, please, Jeffrey." "I don't want to be responsible for any delayed aftereffects." "Aftereffects?" "Could you slide your shorts down, Mr. Lebowski, please?" "Mmm?" "No, no, man." "She hit me right here." "I understand." "Could you slide your shorts down, please?" "Keeping mighty cool." "He lives in North Hollywood on Radford, near the In-N-Out Burger." "No, the In-N-Out Burger's on Camrose." "Near the In-N-Out Burger." "Those are good burgers, Walter." "Shut the fuck up, Donny." "The kid is in the ninth grade, Dude." "And his father is..." "Are you ready for this?" "His father is Arthur Digby Sellers." "Who the fuck is that?" "Who the fuck is Arthur Digby Sellers?" "Who the..." "Have you ever heard of a little show called Branded, Dude?" "Yes, yes, I..." ""All but one man died there at Bitter Creek."" "I know the fucking show, Walter." "So what?" "Fucking Arthur Digby Sellers wrote 156 episodes, Dude." "The bulk of the series." "Oh." "Not exactly a lightweight." "No." "And yet his son is a fucking dunce." "Anyway, we'll go there after the what-have-you." "We'll brace the kid." "Should be a pushover." "We'll be near the In-N-Out Burger." "Shut the fuck up, Donny!" "We'll go out there, we'll brace the kid." "He should be a pushover." "We'll get that fucking million dollars back, if he hasn't spent it already." "A million fucking clams." "And, yes, we'll be near the..." "In-N-Out." "Shh!" "Shh!" "Some burgers, some beers." "A few laughs." "Our fucking troubles are over, Dude." "Oh, fuck me, man." "That kid's already spent all the money, man." "New Vette?" "Hardly, Dude." "I'd say he still has $960,000, $970,000 left, depending on the options." "Wait in the car, Donny." "Yes?" "Pilar?" "My name is Walter Sobchak." "This is my associate, Jeffrey Lebowski." "We came to talk about little Larry." "May we come in?" "Yes, yes." "Thank you." "That's him, Dude." "And a good day to you, sir!" "Sit down, please." "Larry, sweetie, the man is here!" "Is he..." "Does he still write?" "Oh, no, no." "He has health problems." "Uh-huh." "Sir, I just want to say that we're both, on a personal level, really enormous fans." "Branded, especially the early episodes, was truly a source of inspiration." "Sweetie, sit down." "This man is the police." "Oh, no, ma'am." "We didn't want to give the impression that we were police, exactly." "We're hoping it won't be necessary to call the police." "But that's up to little Larry here." "Isn't it, Larry?" "Is this your homework, Larry?" "Is this your homework, Larry?" "Look, man, it..." "Dude." "Please?" "Is this your homework, Larry?" "Just ask him about the car, man." "Is this yours, Larry?" "Is this your homework, Larry?" "Is that your car out front?" "Is this your homework, Larry?" "We know it's his fucking homework!" "Where's the fucking money, you little brat?" "Look, Larry, have you ever heard of Vietnam?" "For Christ's sake, Walter." "You are entering a world of pain, son." "We know that this is your homework." "We know that you stole the car." "And the fucking money." "And the fucking money!" "And we know that this is your homework!" "We're gonna cut your dick off, Larry." "You're killing your father, Larry." "All right." "This is pointless." "Okay, time for Plan B." "You might want to watch out that front window, Larry." "Son, this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!" "A little language problem here." "Little prick's stonewalling me." "Walter." "What are you doing, man?" "What are you doing?" "Here you go, Larry." "You see what happens?" "You see what happens, Larry?" "You see what happens?" "Oh, great." "This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass, Larry." "This is what happens, Larry." "You see what happens, Larry?" "You see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass?" "This is what happens!" "You see what happens, Larry?" "Do you see what happens, Larry, when you fuck a stranger in the ass?" "This is what happens, Larry!" "This is what happens, Larry!" "My car!" "My baby!" "This is what happens, Larry!" "This is what happens when you fuck a stranger..." "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "Stop it!" "Hey, man." "I just bought that fucking car last week!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "I'm sorry!" "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" "I just bought the fucking car last week!" "Come on, man." "I'll kill your fucking car, man!" "No, no." "Hey, hey, that's not his!" "Hey!" "God damn it!" "Whoa!" "Oh, no!" "Fuck you!" "Man." "No." "You like that?" "Fuck you!" " I'll kill your fucking car!" " No." "No, no." "No." "I'll kill your fucking car!" "I accept your apology." "No, I just want to handle it by myself from now on." "No." "No." "No!" "That has nothing to do with it." "Yes, the car made it home." "You're calling me at home." "No, Walter, it did not look like Larry was about to crack!" "Well, that's your perception." "You know, Walter, you're right." "There is an unspoken message here." "It's, "Fuck you!" "Leave me the fuck alone!"" "Yeah, I'll be at practice." "Pin your diapers on, Lebowski." "Jackie Treehorn wants to see you." "Jackie Treehorn knows which Lebowski you are, Lebowski." "Jackie Treehorn wants to see the deadbeat Lebowski." "You're not dealing with morons here." "Hello, Dude." "Thanks for coming." "I'm Jackie Treehorn." "This is quite a pad you got here, man." "Completely unspoiled." "What's your drink, Dude?" "A White Russian." "Thanks." "White Russian." "How's the smut business, Jackie?" "I wouldn't know, Dude." "I deal in publishing, entertainment, political advocacy." "Which one's Logjammin'?" "Yes, regrettably, it's true." "Standards have fallen in adult entertainment." "It's video, Dude." "Now that we're competing with those amateurs, we can't afford to invest in little extras like story, production value, feelings." "You know, people forget that the brain is the biggest erogenous zone." "On you maybe." "Of course, you have to take the good with the bad." "New technology permits us to do very exciting things in interactive erotic software." "Wave of the future, Dude." "100% electronic." "Well, I still jerk off manually." "Of course you do." "I can see you're anxious for me to get to the point." "Well, here it is, Dude." "Where's Bunny?" "Well, I thought you might know that, man." "Why would I?" "She only ran off to get away from that rather sizable debt to me." "No, she didn't run off." "She's been..." "I heard that 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 get from the husband." "That's your business." "All I'm saying is I want mine." "Yeah, right, man." "I mean, there are a lot of facets to this, a lot of interested parties." "Excuse me." "Yeah?" "Oh, yeah?" "Where is that?" "All right." "Yeah." "Excuse me." "Forgive me." "No problemo, man." "So, if I can find your money, what's in it for the Dude?" "Well, of course, there's that to discuss." "You want a refill?" "Yeah, does the pope shit in the woods?" "10% finder's fee." "That all right?" "Okay." "Done, Jackie." "I dig the way you do business, man." "Your money is being held by a kid named Larry Sellers." "He lives in North Hollywood on Radford, by the In-N-Out Burger." "Fucking brat." "But I'm sure your goons can get it off him." "I mean, he's 15." "Flunking social studies." "So, if you could just write me a check for my 10% of half a million," "5 grand, I'll go out and mingle." "You mix a hell of a Caucasian, Jackie." "Fifteen-year-old kid." "Is this some sort of a joke?" "No." "No joke." "No funny stuff, Jackie." "The kid's got it." "Hi, fellas." "Kid just wanted a car." "All the Dude ever wanted was his rug back." "Not greedy." "It really tied the room together." "Darkness washed over the Dude." "Darker than a black steer's tokus on a moonless prairie night." "There was no bottom." "Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah" "What condition my condition was in" "I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in" "I found my mind in a brown paper bag within" "I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high" "I tore my mind on a jagged sky" "I just dropped in" "To see what condition my condition was in" "Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah" "What condition my condition was in" "I pushed my soul in a deep, dark hole" "And then I followed it in" "I watched myself crawling' out" "As I was a-crawlin' in" "I got up so tight" "I couldn't unwind" "I saw so much I broke my mind" "I just dropped in" "To see what condition my condition was in" "Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah" "What condition my condition was in" "Someone painted "April Fool"" "In big, black letters on a "Dead End" sign" "I had my foot on the gas as I left the road" "And blew out my mind" "Eight miles out of Memphis and I got no spare" "Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere" "I just dropped in" "To see what condition my condition was in" "I said I just dropped in" "To see what condition my condition was in" "Yeah, yeah" "Oh, yeah" "He was innocent" "Not a charge was true" "And they say he ran away branded" "Is this your only ID?" "I know my rights, man." "You don't know shit, Lebowski." "I want a fucking lawyer, man." "I want Bill Kunstler, man, or Ron Kuby." "Mr. Treehorn tells us that he had to eject you from his garden party, that you were drunk and abusive." "Mr. Treehorn treats objects like women, man." "Mr. Treehorn draws a lot of water in this town." "You don't draw shit, Lebowski." "Now, we got a nice quiet little beach community here, and I aim to keep it nice and quiet." "So let me make something plain." "I don't like you sucking around bothering our citizens, Lebowski." "I don't like your jerk-off name." "I don't like your jerk-off face." "I don't like your jerk-off behavior." "And I don't like you, jerk-off." "Do I make myself clear?" "I'm sorry." "I wasn't listening." "Ow!" "Fucking fascist!" "Stay out of Malibu, Lebowski." "Stay out of Malibu, deadbeat!" "Keep your ugly, fucking, gold-bricking ass out of my beach community." "I want to sleep with you" "In the desert tonight" "With a billion stars all around" "Jesus, man." "Could you change the channel?" "Fuck you, man!" "If you don't like my fucking music, get your own fucking cab!" "I had a really rough..." "I'll pull off to the side and kick your ass out." "Man, come on." "I had a rough night, and I hate the fucking Eagles, man." "Out of my fucking cab!" "Out!" "Man!" "Man!" "Man!" "Hey!" "Oh, Jesus!" "Jeffrey." "Maude?" "Love me." "That's my robe." "Tell me about yourself, Jeffrey." "Well, not much to tell." "I was one of the authors of the Port Huron Statement." "The original Port Huron Statement." "Uh-huh." "Not the compromised second draft." "Then I..." "You ever hear of the Seattle Seven?" "That was me." "And there were six other guys." "And then the music business, briefly." "Oh?" "Yeah." "Roadie for Metallica." "Oh." "Speed of Sound tour." "Mmm-hmm." "Bunch of assholes." "And then, you know, little of this, little of that." "My career's slowed down a little lately." "What do you do for recreation?" "Well, the usual." "Bowl, drive around, the occasional acid flashback." "What happened to your house?" "Oh, Jackie Treehorn trashed the place." "He thought I had your father's money." "He got me out of the way while he looked for it." "Cocktail?" "No, thanks." "It's not my father's money." "It's the foundation's." "Why did he think you have it?" "Who does?" "Oh, Larry Sellers, this high school kid." "Real fucking brat." "You know, this is a very complicated case, Maude." "A lot of ins, a lot of outs." "You know, fortunately, I'm adhering to a pretty strict, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber, and I'm very fucking close to your father's money." "I keep telling you, it's the foundation's money." "Father doesn't have any." "What are you talking about?" "He's fucking loaded." "No, no." "The wealth is all Mother's." "No, he runs stuff." "We did let him run one of the companies briefly, but he didn't do very well at it." "Oh, he's, you know..." "No, 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." "Do you think he..." "What is that, yoga?" "It increases the chances of conception." "Increases..." "Well, yes." "What did you think this was all about?" "Fun and games?" "I want a child." "Okay, yeah, okay." "But let me..." "Let me explain something about the Dude." "Look, Jeffrey, I don't want a partner." "In fact, I don't want the father to be someone I have to see socially or who will have any interest in raising the child himself." "Oh." "So, that doctor..." "Exactly." "Now, what happened to your face?" "Did Jackie Treehorn do that as well?" "No, it was the chief of police of Malibu, a real reactionary." "So, your father..." "Oh, yeah, I get it." "Yeah." "Yeah." "What?" "Oh, man." "My thinking about this case has become very uptight." "Yeah." "Your father." "Jeffrey, what are you talking about?" "Jeffrey!" "Walter, if you're there, pick up the fucking phone, man." "Come on, Walter." " Pick it up, man." "This is an emergency." " Dude?" "Dude?" "Yeah." "Listen, Walter." "I'm at my place." "I need you to come pick me up." " I can't drive, Dude." "It's Erev shabbos." " What?" " Erev shabbos." " What?" " Erev shabbos." "I can't drive." " Man!" "I'm not even supposed to pick up the phone unless it's an emergency." " This is a fucking emergency!" " I understand." "That's why I picked up the phone." "Walter, you fuck." "We gotta go to Pasadena, man." "Come pick me up or I'm off the fucking bowling team." "Get out of that fucking car, man!" "Get out of that fucking car!" "Get the fuck out of the car, man." "Get out of the fucking..." "Who the fuck are you, man?" "Easy, man!" "Relax, man." "No physical harm intended." "Who the fuck are you?" "Why you following me around?" "Come on, fuckhead!" "Relax, man." "I'm a brother shamus." "Brother Shamus?" "Like an Irish monk?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "My name is Da Fino." "I'm a private snoop, like you, man." "What?" "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..." "Fuck it, man." "Just stay away from my fucking lady friend." "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!" "Hey, man." "I'm not..." "Who are you working for?" "Lebowski?" "Jackie Treehorn?" "The Kneutsons." "Who the fuck are the Kneutsons?" "The Kneutsons, it's a wandering daughter job." "Bunny Lebowski, man." "Her real name is Fawn Kneutson." "Her parents want her back, see?" "Jesus fucking Christ." "Crazy, huh?" "Ran away about a year ago." "The Kneutsons told me I should show her this when I found her." "It's the family farm." "It's outside Moorhead, Minnesota." "They think it'll make her homesick." "Oh, boy." "How are you gonna keep them down on the farm once they've seen Karl Hungus?" "She's been kidnapped, Da Fino." "Oh, man." "Or I don't know." "Maybe not." "But she's definitely not around." "Hey, maybe you and me could pool our resources, trade information." "Professional courtesy?" "Compeers." "You know what I mean?" "Yeah, yeah, I get it." "Fuck off, Da Fino." "And stay away from my special..." "From my fucking lady friend, man!" "The lingonberry pancake." "Lingonberry pancakes." "Three pigs in blanket." "She has lingonberry pancakes." "I mean, we totally fucked it up, man." "We fucked up his payoff." "We got the kidnappers all pissed off." "And Lebowski, you know, he yelled at me a lot, but he didn't do anything, huh?" "Well, sometimes it's a cathartic..." "No, no." "I'm saying that if he knows I'm a fuckup, why does he leave me in charge of getting his wife back?" "Because he doesn't fucking want her back, man." "He's had enough." "He no longer digs her." "It's all a show." "Okay, but then why doesn't he give a shit about his million bucks?" "I mean, he knows we never handed off his briefcase, but he never asked for it back." "The million bucks was never in the briefcase." "The briefcase was fucking empty, man." "The asshole was hoping that they would kill her." "You threw out a ringer for a ringer." "Okay, but how does all this add up to an emergency?" "I'm saying, I see what you're getting at, Dude." "He kept the money." "My point is..." "Here we are, it's shabbos, the Sabbath, which I'm allowed to break only if it's a matter of life or death." "Will you come off it, Walter?" "You're not even fucking Jewish, man." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Man, you're fucking Polish Catholic!" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "I converted when I married Cynthia." "Come on, Dude." " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." " You know this." "And five fucking years ago, you were divorced." "So what are you saying?" "When you get divorced, you turn in your library card?" "You get a new license?" " You stop being Jewish?" " This is the driveway." " Jewish as fucking Tevye." " Man." "You know, it's all a part of your sick Cynthia thing." "Man, taking care of her fucking dog, going to her fucking synagogue." "You're living in the fucking past." "Three thousand years of beautiful tradition, from Moses to Sandy Koufax." "You're goddamn right I'm living in the fucking past!" "I've..." "Jesus." "What the hell happened?" "Let's go." "Fuck it." "Where was she, man?" "Visiting friends of hers in Palm Springs." "She just picked up and left, never bothered to tell us." "Well, I guess the fucking nihilists knew where she was." "Jesus, Dude." "She never even kidnapped herself." "Who is this gentleman, Dude?" "Who am I?" "I'm a fucking veteran." "Come on!" "That's who I am." "You shouldn't go in there, Dude." "He's very angry." "So, man." "So?" "She's back, no thanks to you." "Where's the fucking money, Lebowski?" "A million bucks from fucking, needy, little Urban Achievers!" "You are scum, man!" "Who the hell is he?" "Who am I?" "Who am I?" "Walter." "I'm the guy that's gonna kick your phony, gold-bricking ass, that's who I am." "Man." "We know the briefcase was fucking empty." "We know you kept the million bucks for yourself." "You have your story, I have mine." "I say I entrusted the money to you and you stole it." "As if we would ever dream of taking your bullshit money!" "You thought that Bunny had been kidnapped, and you were fucking glad, man." "You could use it as an excuse to make some money disappear." "All you needed was a sap to pin it on." "You just met me." "You..." "You human paraquat." "You figured, "Oh, here's a loser, you know, a deadbeat."" ""Somebody this square community won't give a shit about."" "Well, aren't you?" "Well, yeah, but..." "Get out, both of you." "Look at that fucking phony, Dude, pretending to be a fucking millionaire." "Out of this house now, you bums!" "Let me tell you something else." "I've seen a lot of spinals, Dude, and this guy's a fake." "A fucking gold-bricker." "Stay away from me, mister!" "This guy fucking walks." "I've never been more certain of anything in my life." "You stay away from me!" "Walter, for Christ's sake, man!" "He's a cripple." "I said!" "Get away from me!" "Come on." "Come on." "Yeah, I'll put him down, Dude." "Walk!" "Achtung, baby!" "Come on, man." "Help me put him back in his chair." "At least they had the fucking decency to tell us that we were fighting the communists." "Whereas this whole fucking thing, this whole fucking thing is nothing about nothing, about oil, which is what I personally hear, Dude." "Sure you'll see some tank battles, but fighting in desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle." "I mean, Nam was a foot soldier's war, whereas this thing should..." "You know, should be a piece of cake." "I mean, I had an M16, Jacko, not an Abrams fucking tank." "Me and Charlie, eyeball to eyeball." "Yeah." "That's fucking combat." "The man in the black pajamas, Dude." "Worthy fucking adversary." "Who's in pajamas, Walter?" "Shut the fuck up, Donny." "Whereas what we have here, a bunch of fig eaters wearing towels on their head, trying to find reverse on a Soviet tank." "This is not a worthy fucking adversary." "Hey!" "What's this day-of-rest shit?" "What's this bullshit?" "I don't fucking care!" "It don't matter to Jesus." "But you not fooling me, man." "You might fool the fucks in the league office but you don't fool Jesus." "It's Bush league psych-out stuff." "Laughable, man!" "I would've fucked you in the ass Saturday." "I'll fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead." "You got a date Wednesday, baby!" "He's cracking." "...the whole concept of age." "I mean, many learned men have disputed this but in the 14th century, the Rambam..." "Well, they finally did it." "They killed my fucking car." "We want the money, Lebowski." "Ja." "Otherwise, we kill the girl." "Ja." "It seems you have forgotten our little deal, Lebowski." "You don't have the fucking girl, dipshit." "We know you never did." "Are these the Nazis, Walter?" "No, Donny." "These men are nihilists." "There's nothing to be afraid of." "We don't care." "We still want the money, Lebowski, or we fuck you up." "Fuck you." "Fuck the three of you." "Cool it, Walter." "No." "Without a hostage, there is no ransom." "That's what ransom is." "Those are the fucking rules." "His girlfriend gave up her toe." "She thought we could get $1 million." "It's not fair." "Fair?" "Who's the fucking nihilists around here, you bunch of fucking crybabies?" "Cool it, Walter." "Hey, look, pal." "There never was any money." "The big Lebowski gave me an empty briefcase, so take it up with him, man." "And I would like my undies back." "Are these guys gonna hurt us, Walter?" "No, Donny." "These men are cowards." "Okay!" "So we takes the money you have on you, and we calls it even." "Fuck you." "Hey, no." "Come on, Walter." "Come on, we're ending this thing cheap, man." "No." "What's mine is mine." "No, come on, Walter." "No funny stuff." "All right." "All right." "No funny stuff." "I got 4 bucks, almost 5." " I got $18." " What's mine is mine." "We fuck you up, man!" "We takes the money!" "Come and get it." "We fuck you up!" "Show me what you got, nihilists." "I fuck you!" "Walter, come on." "He's got a sword." "Fucking dipshit with a nine-toed woman!" "I fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "I fuck you!" "Take it easy, man." "I fuck you!" "Take the $4." "I fuck you!" "I fuck you!" "I'm gonna hit you with the fucking ball, man." "Hey, dickhead!" "Anti-Semite." "I fuck you in the ass!" "I fuck you in the ass!" "I fuck you!" "I fuck you!" "I fuck you!" "I fuck you!" "We got a man down, Dude!" "Oh, God." "They shot him, man." "He's not shot." "No, Dude." "Are you shot, Donny?" "There weren't any shots fired." "Huh?" "It's a heart attack." "Call the medics, Dude." "I'd go myself, but I'm pumping blood, might pass out." "Rest easy, good buddy." "You're doing fine." "We got help choppering in." "Hello, gentlemen." "You are the bereaved?" "Yeah, man." "Francis Donnelly, pleased to meet you." "Jeff Lebowski." "Walter Sobchak." "The Dude actually is..." "Excuse me?" "Oh, nothing." "Yes." "I understand you're taking away the remains?" "Yeah." "We have the urn." "I assume this is credit card?" "Yeah." "What's this?" "Now, that's for the urn." "Don't need it." "We're scattering the ashes." "Yes." "So we were informed." "However, we must, of course, transmit the remains to you in a receptacle." "That's $180." "It is our most modestly priced receptacle." "Well, can't we just..." "$180?" "They range up to $3,000." "We're..." "Can't we just rent it from you, you know?" "Sir, this is a mortuary not a rental house." "We're scattering the fucking ashes!" "Walter, Walter." "Just because we're bereaved doesn't make us saps." "Sir, please lower your voices." "Man, don't you have, you know, something else we can put him in?" "You know?" "That is our most modestly priced receptacle." "God damn it!" "Is there a Ralph's around here?" "Donny was a good bowler and a good man." "He was one of us." "He was a man who loved the outdoors and bowling." "And as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and up to Pismo." "He died..." "He died as so many young men of his generation, before his time." "In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright, flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Lan Doc, at Hill 364." "These young men gave their lives, and so did Donny." "Donny, who loved bowling." "And so," "Theodore Donald Kerabatsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean which you loved so well." "Good night, sweet prince." "Shit." "Oh, shit, Dude." "I'm sorry." "Goddamn wind." "Fuck, god damn it, Walter!" "You fucking asshole!" "Shit, Dude." "I'm sorry." "Everything's a fucking travesty with you, man!" "I'm sorry." "It was an accident." "What was that shit about Vietnam?" "Dude, I'm sorry." "What the fuck does anything have to do with Vietnam?" "Dude, I'm sorry." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Dude, I'm sorry." "Fucking..." "Fuck, Walter." "Come on, Dude." "Hey, fuck it, man." "Let's go bowling." "Two oat sodas, Gary." "Right." "Good luck tomorrow." "Yeah, thanks, man." "I was sorry to hear about Donny." "Oh, yeah." "Well, you know, sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes, you know..." "Hey, man." " How do you do, Dude?" " I wondered if I'd see you again." "I wouldn't miss the semis." " Oh, yeah?" " How's things been going?" "Well, you know, strikes and gutters, ups and downs." "Sure." "I got you." "Yeah." "Thanks, Gary." "Well, take care, man." "Gotta get back." "Sure." "Take it easy, Dude." "Oh, yeah." "I know that you will." "Yeah." "Well, the Dude abides." "Walter." "The Dude abides." "I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that." "It's good knowing he's out there, the Dude, taking her easy for all us sinners." "I sure hope he makes the finals." "Well, that about does her." "Wraps her all up." "Things seem to have worked out pretty good for the Dude and Walter." "And it was a pretty good story, don't you think?" "Made me laugh to beat the band." "Parts anyway." "I didn't like seeing Donny go." "But then I happen to know that there's a little Lebowski on the way." "I guess that's the way the whole darned human comedy keeps perpetuating itself down through the generations." "Westward the wagons, across the sands of time until we..." "Oh, look at me." "I'm rambling again." "Well, I hope you folks enjoyed yourselves." "Catch you later on down the trail." "Say, friend, you got any more of that good sarsaparilla?"