The Stranger: “Now this here story I’m about to unfold took place back in the early ’90s – just about the time of our conflict with Sad’m and the I-raqis. I only mention it because 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 talkin’ 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’s 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 runnin’ for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But… aw, hell. I’ve done introduced him enough.”
The Dude: “That rug really tied the room together.”
The Dude: “Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not ‘Mr. Lebowski’. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino
if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.”
The Dude: “I do mind, the Dude minds. This will not stand, ya know, this aggression will not stand, man.”
The Big Lebowski: “I didn’t blame anyone for the loss of my legs. Some chinaman took them from me in Korea.”
The Dude: “Walter, I love you, but sooner or later, you’re going to have to face the fact you’re a goddamn moron.”
Walter Sobchak: “Shut the fuck up, Donny.”
Jesus Quintana: “Are you ready to be fucked, man? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Liam and me, we’re gonna fuck you up.”
The Dude: “Yeah, well, you know, that’s just like, uh, your opinion, man.”
Jesus Quintana: “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 ’til it goes “click.”
Jesus Quintana: “You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.”
Walter Sobchak: “Lady, I got buddies who died face down in the muck so that you and I could enjoy this family restaurant!”
The Dude: “Hey, careful, man, there’s a beverage here!”
The Dude: “God damn you, Walter! You fuckin’ asshole! Everything’s a fuckin’ travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about Vietnam? What the fuck has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?”
The Dude: “You’re not wrong Walter. You’re just an asshole.”
Walter Sobchak: “Fuck it, Dude, let’s go bowling.”
The Dude: “Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I’m the Dude, man.”
Walter Sobchak: “You’re entering a world of pain, son. We know that this is your homework. We know that you stole a car.”
The Stranger: “Do you have to use so many cuss words?”
The Dude: “What the fuck you talking about?”
Walter Sobchak: “Were you listening to The Dude’s story, Donny?”
Walter Sobchak: “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, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young
men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, 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.”