Shit! Walter, you fuck... you fucked it up! You fucked it up! Her life was in our hands, man!
*techno music plays* That's it...they officially killed my car...
Yes, probably a vagrant slept in the car. Or maybe just used it as a toilet and moved on.
Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!
She's not my lover she's my lady friend
The Stranger: Darkness warshed over the Dude - darker'n a black steer's tookus on a moonless prairie night. There was no bottom.
What's this day of rest shit? What's this bullshit? I don't fuckin' care! It don't matter to Jesus. But you're not foolin' me, man. You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don't fool Jesus. This bush league psyche-out stuff. Laughable, man - ha ha! I was gonna fuck you in the ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. Wooo! You got a date Wednesday, baby!
Yeah, well, that's just, like, your opinion, man.
Let me tell you something pendejo, you pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash your 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.
Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man.
I fuck you in the ass, I fuck you in the ass, I fuck you, I fuck you, I fuck you, I fuck ...
*techno music continues* We want the money Lobowski. Walter: FUCK YOU...
Nihilist: We believe in nothing, Lebowski. Nothing. And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your chonson.
The Dude: Excuse me?
Nihilist: I said...WE CUT OFF YOUR JOHNSON!!
Nihilist: Just you think about that, Lebowski.
Nihilist: Yeah, your wiggly penis, Lebowski.
Nihilist: Yeah and maybe we stomp on it and squoosh it, Lebowski.
Fuck it! Yes! That's your answer for everything! Tattoo it on your forehead!
...I like to enjoy the occasional acid flashback...