MindOverMatter
Master Don Juan
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big lebowski has the best lines in my book:
Cop: And was there anything of value in the car?
Dude: Huh? Oh. Yeah. Tape deck. Couple of Creedence tapes. And there was a, uh... my briefcase.
Cop: In the briefcase?
Dude: Papers. Just papers. You know, my papers. Business papers.
Cop: And what do you do, sir?
Dude: I'm unemployed.
Dude: This Chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill so what the f*ck are you talking about?
Walter: What the f*ck 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 nomenclature, uh.. Asian-American. Please.
Walter: He lives in North Hollywood on Radford, near the In-and-Out Burger--
Dude: The In-and-Out Burger is on Camrose.
Walter: Near the In-and-Out Burger--
Donny: Those are good burgers, Walter.
Walter: Shut the f*ck up, Donny.
Quintana: Let me tell you something, pandejo. You pull any your crazy sh!t 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 f*cking trigger til it goes "click".
Dude: Jesus.
Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody f*cks with the Jesus.
Walter: Sure you'll see some tank battles. But fighting in the desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle.
Dude: Uh-huh.
Walter: I mean 'Nam was a foot soldier's war whereas, uh, this thing should be a f*cking cakewalk. I mean I had an M16, Jacko, not an Abrams f*cking tank. Just me and Charlie, man, eyeball to eyeball.
Police Chief: Mr. Treehorn draws a lot of water in this town, Lebowski. You don't draw sh!t. We got a nice quiet 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, and I don't like you, jerk-off --do I make myself clear?
Dude: I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.
Cop: And was there anything of value in the car?
Dude: Huh? Oh. Yeah. Tape deck. Couple of Creedence tapes. And there was a, uh... my briefcase.
Cop: In the briefcase?
Dude: Papers. Just papers. You know, my papers. Business papers.
Cop: And what do you do, sir?
Dude: I'm unemployed.
Dude: This Chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill so what the f*ck are you talking about?
Walter: What the f*ck 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 nomenclature, uh.. Asian-American. Please.
Walter: He lives in North Hollywood on Radford, near the In-and-Out Burger--
Dude: The In-and-Out Burger is on Camrose.
Walter: Near the In-and-Out Burger--
Donny: Those are good burgers, Walter.
Walter: Shut the f*ck up, Donny.
Quintana: Let me tell you something, pandejo. You pull any your crazy sh!t 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 f*cking trigger til it goes "click".
Dude: Jesus.
Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody f*cks with the Jesus.
Walter: Sure you'll see some tank battles. But fighting in the desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle.
Dude: Uh-huh.
Walter: I mean 'Nam was a foot soldier's war whereas, uh, this thing should be a f*cking cakewalk. I mean I had an M16, Jacko, not an Abrams f*cking tank. Just me and Charlie, man, eyeball to eyeball.
Police Chief: Mr. Treehorn draws a lot of water in this town, Lebowski. You don't draw sh!t. We got a nice quiet 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, and I don't like you, jerk-off --do I make myself clear?
Dude: I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.