The Big Lebowski

say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.

 

Excuse me, m'am, but for your information, the supreme court has roundly rejected prior restraint.

 

More than a dozen responses, and not a single "you're out of your element" reference?

For shame.

 

The Chinaman is not the issue here. We're talking about unchecked aggression here, Dude. About drawing a line in the sand, across which you do not -- Also, Dude, Chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.

 

"Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man!"

 

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, uh, His Dudeness. Or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

 

You're killing your father, Larry!

 

Jackie Treehorn presents ...

The Dude

and

Maude Lebowski in ...

 

"You obviously are not a golfer."

And my personal fave:

"How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they've seen Karl Hungus?"

 

That rug really tied the room together.

 

Oh, shut the fuck up, Donny.

 

This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!