Archive for the ‘The Big Lebowski’ Category

Fuckin Quintana

January 29, 2013

That creep can roll, man.

Yeah, but he’s a pervert, Dude.


No–he’s a sex offender, with a record. Did six months in Chino for exposing himself to an eight-year-old.



I’m a Lebowski

February 28, 2010

You’re a Lebowski — that’s terrific.

Blow on them

June 24, 2008


Go ahead.  Blow.

You want me to blow on your, uh, toes?

Uh huh.  I can’t blow that far.

All right!

June 21, 2008

Way to go Donny!

What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?

June 14, 2008



Uh, 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.


October 5, 2007

Who eez this?

Dude, the bag man, man.  Where do you want us to go?


. . . Shit!

You want a toe?

September 29, 2007

I can get you a toe, believe me.  There are ways, Dude, you don’t even wanna know.

Yeah, but Walter —

Hell, I can get you a toe by three o’clock this afternoon, with nail polish.  Fuckin’ amateurs.

You got a good sasparilla?

September 22, 2007

Sioux City Sasparilla.

Yeah, that’s a good one.

I’m throwing rocks tonight

September 21, 2007

Mark it, Dude.

What’s Shabbos?

September 18, 2007

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 pick up the phone, I don’t turn on the oven, and I sure as shit don’t fucking roll.  Shomer Shabbos!

Walter —

Shomer fucking Shabbos.

These are Mr. Lebowski’s children, so to speak

September 15, 2007

Different mothers, I guess?

What?  No.

Racially, he’s pretty cool?

My wife’s a pain in the ass,

September 10, 2007

She’s always bustin’ my friggin’ agates.  My daughter’s married to a real loser bastard.  I got a rash on my ass so big, I can’t even sit down.  But you know me.  I can’t complain.

Fuckin’ A, man.  I got a rash, man.

What do you do for recreation?

September 3, 2007

Oh, the usual.  I bowl.  Drive around.  The occasional acid flashback.

Look, just stay away from my fucking lady friend

August 30, 2007

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.

Friends like these, huh, Gary?

August 27, 2007

That’s right, Dude.

You brought a fucking Pomeranian bowling?

August 26, 2007

I didn’t bring it bowling. I didn’t rent it shoes. I’m not buying it a fucking beer. He’s not taking your fucking turn, Dude.

This aggression

August 24, 2007

will not stand.

The man in the black pajamas, Dude. Worthy fucking adversary.

August 23, 2007

Who’s in pajamas, Walter?

Shut the fuck up, Donny.


August 21, 2007

at least I’m housebroken.

We’re scattering the fucking ashes

August 20, 2007

Walter —


Sir, please lower your voice.

Hey man, don’t you have something else we could put him in?

This is our most modestly priced receptacle.

GODDAMMIT!  Is there a Ralph’s around here?