The Big Lebowski (Special Edition)

The Big Lebowski (Special Edition)
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Originaltitel:	The Big Lebowski
Land/Jahr:	USA 1997
Laufzeit:	ca. 112 Min.
Start:	16.2.2006 (DVD)	/ 19.3.1998 (Kino)
FSK:	12

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Inhalt

Jeff Lebowski ist der wohl trägste Mensch von Los Angeles. Während am anderen Ende der Welt der Golfkrieg tobt, lebt der Alt-Hippie geistig noch immer in den Siebzigern. Er entspannt zum Ambient-Sound von Walgesängen und ernährt sich ausschließlich von White Russians; selten legt er mal den Joint aus der Hand. Bowling mit seinen Freunden Walter und Donny ist das einzige, zu dem er sich aufraffen kann. Doch mit dem "easy going" ist es schlagartig vorbei, als der Dude mit einem Millionär aus Pasadena verwechselt wird. Erst verprügeln ihn zwei Geldeintreiber, um Schulden seiner angeblichen Frau Bunny bei ihm einzukassieren, dann wird eben jene Bunny entführt, und der "echte" Mr. Lebowski bitte den Dude, als Kurier zu fungieren. Doch als er die Lösegeldübergabe vermasselt, findet er sich plötzlich in einem undurchschaubaren Geflecht verschiedenster Interessen, verfolgt und bedroht von Gangstern, der Polizei und einem Trio deutscher Nihilisten. Welche Rolle spielt dabei der Pornoproduzent Jackie Treehorn? Was reizt Lebowskis Tochter Maude, eine Avantgarde-Künstlerin, an einem Loser wie ihm? Und ist Bunny überhaupt entführt worden? Ausgerechnet der Dude, die Personifizierung des Nichtstuns, muss nun handeln, um zu überleben.

Kritik

Die Coen-Brüder lassen einen nicht im Stich: Wer "Fargo" liebt, für den ist "The Big Lebowski" genau das richtige! In schräg-schönen Bildern brilliert Jeff Bridges als "The Dude" - dem faulsten Sack in Los Angeles. Neben ihm finden sich alte Bekannte aus früheren Coen-Filmen: John Goodman, Steve Buscemi und John Turturro als "Jesus". "The Big Lebowski" ist wieder einmal ein Film, den nur die Coen-Brüder machen können! Da kann ich nur sagen: Reingehen !!! [Bundy-Bewertung: 5 Sterne]

Der tiefe Schlaf der Coen-Brüder währt gewöhnlich zwei Jahre, bevor ein neuer cineastischer Traum Gestalt annimmt. Dann wird die schlummernde Filmwelt mit einer kreativen Explosion geweckt, die Maßstäbe setzt. 'The Big Lebowkski' ist eine mächtige filmische Erscheinung - eine aberwitzig-schrullige, komplizierte, aber letztlich auf nichts hinauslaufende Entführungsgeschichte im geistigen Vakuum des Späthippie-Milieus, mit der die Coens lakonisch, ironisch und formal bestechend auf Raymond Chandlers Spuren wandeln.

Anspielungen auf den Film noir, vor allem auf 'The Big Sleep', den der Legende nach nicht einmal Regisseur Howard Hawks ganz verstanden haben soll, gibt es zahlreiche: den Auftraggeber im Rollstuhl, zwei weibliche Verwandte zwischen Lasterhaftigkeit und cooler Exzentrik, oder den ausufernden, aber letztlich ein Nichts aufbauschenden Plot. Sogar Schauspielerin Peggy Knudsen aus 'The Big Sleep' hat auf bizarre Weise Eingang in diese skurrile Hommage gefunden. Wie schon in 'Hudsucker - Der große Sprung' führt ein Erzähler (hier Modell-Cowboy Sam Elliott) in die Handlung ein, die zur Zeit des Golfkriegs (Saddam Hussein hat einen schrägen Gastauftritt) in Los Angeles spielt. Zentrale Figur ist der chronische Hippie Jeff Lebowski (Jeff Bridges), alias 'The Dude', dessen Leben von den Koordinaten Joint, Bowling und Arbeitstranszendierung bestimmt wird. Lebowski ist die Frührentner-Version von Sean Penns unvergeßlichem Surf-Guru Jeff Spicoli ('Ich glaub' ich steh' im Wald'), wobei die Bowling-Hallen von L.A. den Pazifik adäquat ersetzen. Dort stellt sich Lebowski mit seinem Freund Walter (Karikatur einer Post-Vietnam-Zeitbombe: John Goodman) lässig den Herausforderungen eines Sports, der die wenigen aktiven Gehirnzellen des Duos voll in Beschlag genommen hat. Dessen Kegel-Kosmos wird erst erschüttert, als Lebowski von Geldeintreibern mit dem gleichnamigen Multimillionär (David Huddleston) verwechselt wird, und diese ihr neues Revier auf dem Teppich von 'The Dude' dreist markieren. Regreßansprüche, die Lebowski bei seinem Namensvetter geltend machen will, führen schließlich zu einem überraschenden Auftrag: 'The Dude' soll das Lösegeld für die entführte junge Frau von Big L. übergeben. Weil dieses Vorhaben in gewohnter Coen-Tradition an den Launen des Lebens und der Gehirnaktivität zentraler Charaktere scheitert, schlittern die beiden Bowler immer tiefer ins Chaos hinein, in dem nachtragende Pornoproduzenten, ein irrwitziges deutsches Nihilisten-Trio und ein intriganter Finanz-Mogul ihre Karten ausspielen. Die Plot-Konsequenzen sind im Unterschied zu 'Fargo' gewaltarm, aber überaus witzig und von inszenatorischen Einfällen übersät. Herausragend dabei diverse Traumsequenzen, die Bridges' Bowling-Fixierung karikieren und die Coens auf dem kreativen Höhepunkt zeigen. Die formale Perfektion des Films, zu der Kameramann Roger Deakins einen wesentlichen Beitrag leistet, findet in der Zeichnung der Charaktere ihre Entsprechung, die in ihrer Schrulligkeit ihresgleichen suchen (Julianne Moore als nackte Trapez-Action-Painterin, John Turturro als selbstverliebter Bowling-Matador). Unmöglich, dem Detailreichtum der Figuren, der Fülle ironischer Kommentare in einem Kinobesuch gerecht werden zu können. Somit ist 'The Big Lebowski' ein Fall für cineastische Wiederholungstäter und sollte nicht zuletzt dank einer wohl gesichert guten Mundpropaganda das Einspielegebnis von 'Fargo' (etwa 300.000 Zuschauer) zumindest erreichen können. Denn Dumm und Dümmer hat man selten intelligenter gesehen. (Blickpunkt: Film)

Darsteller

Jeff Bridges (The Dude), John Goodman (Walter Sobchak), Julianne Moore (Maude Lebowski), Steve Buscemi (Donny), David Huddleston (The Big Lebowski), Peter Stormare (Nihilist), Flea (Nihilist), Torsten Voges (Nihilist), John Turturro (Jesus Quintana), David Thewlis (Knox Harrington), Sam Elliott (The Stranger), Ben Gazzara (Jackie Treehorn), Tara Reid (Bunny)

Regie
Joel Coen

Ich besord dir 'nen Zeh

Bunny Lebowski

Stab
Produzenten: Ethan Coen für Working Title • Drehbuch: Joel Coen, Ethan Coen • Musik: Carter Burwell • Kamera: Roger Deakins • Casting: John S.Lyons • Ausstattung: Rick Heinrichs • Schnitt: Roderick Jaynes, Tricia Cooke • Kostüme: Mary Zophres • Art Director: John Dexter • Make Up: Jean Ann Black • Stunt Coordinator: Jery Hewitt •

Features

Extras
• Interaktive Menüs • Szenenanwahl • Making of (ca. 25 Min.) • Einführung durch Mortimer Young (ca. 5 Min.) • Fotogalerie - Eine Sammlung von Fotos, aufgenommen von Jeff Bridges (ca. 4 Min.)

Bild
16x9 Widescreen 1.85:1 (anamorph)

Ton
Deutsch: Dolby Digital 5.1 Englisch: Dolby Digital 5.1 Französisch: Dolby Digital 5.1 Spanisch: Dolby Digital 5.1

Untertitel
Englisch, Deutsch, Französisch, Spanisch, Arabisch, Niederländisch, Portugiesisch, Englisch für Hörgeschädigte

Vertrieb	Länderspezifisch	Kapitel
Universal	DVD 9 / Code 2, 4,5 / Pal	16
DVD - Größe	EAN	Verpackung
7,94 GB	5 050582 413779	Amaray im Schuber

Bewertung
Film:	Dieser Film ist über jede Kritik erhaben: Kult
DVD:	Die Special Edition ist teilweise enttäuschend: Zwar ist das Bild völlig neu remastered worden, aber der Bonus-Bereich (ca. 33 Min.) ist zu schwach

Filmposter:

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Donny: Phone's ringing, Dude.
The Dude: Thank you, Donny.
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The Dude: That's a great plan, Walter. That's fuckin' ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It's a Swiss fuckin' watch.
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[Maude shows the porn video starring Bunny to the Dude]
Sherry in 'Logjammin': [on video] You must be here to fix the cable.
Maude Lebowski: Lord. You can imagine where it goes from here.
The Dude: He fixes the cable?
Maude Lebowski: Don't be fatuous, Jeffrey.
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The Dude: Fuck sympathy! I don't need your fuckin' sympathy, man, I need my fucking johnson!
Donny: What do you need that for, Dude?
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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?
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Walter Sobchak: You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me.
The Dude: Yeah, but Walter...
Walter Sobchak: Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon... with nail polish.
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Walter Sobchak: I told those fucks down at the league office a thousand times that I don't roll on Shabbos!
Donny: What's Shabbos?
Walter Sobchak: Saturday, Donny, is Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means that I don't work, I don't get in a car, I don't ride in a car, I don't pick up the phone, I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit
[shouts]
Walter Sobchak: don't fucking roll! Shomer shabbos!
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Walter Sobchak: I'm saying, I see what you're getting at, Dude, he kept the money. My point is, here we are, it's shabbas, the sabbath, which I'm allowed to break only if it's a matter of life or death...
The Dude: Will you come off it, Walter? You're not even fucking Jewish, man.
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talkin' about?
The Dude: Man, you're fucking Polish Catholic...
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? I converted when I married Cynthia! Come on, Dude!
The Dude: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Walter Sobchak: And you know this!
The Dude: Yeah, and five fucking years ago you were divorced.
Walter Sobchak: So what are you saying? When you get divorced you turn in your library card? You get a new license? You stop being Jewish?
The Dude: It's all a part of your sick Cynthia thing, man. Taking care of her fucking dog. Going to her fucking synagogue. You're living in the fucking past.
Walter Sobchak: Three thousand years of beautiful tradition, from Moses to Sandy Koufax...
[shouting]
Walter Sobchak: You're goddamn right I'm living in the fucking past!
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Walter Sobchak: [shouted repeatedly while smashing a car with a tire iron]
[shouts]
Walter Sobchak: This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!
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The Dude: Also, my rug was stolen.
Younger Cop: The rug was in the car?
The Dude: No. It was here.
Younger Cop: [eager] Oh, separate incidents.
Maude Lebowski: [on answering machine] Jeffrey, this is Maude Lebowski. I need to see you. I'm the one who took your rug.
Younger Cop: Well. I guess we can close the books on that one.
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Nihilist #3: I fucks you in the ass, I fucks you in the ass, I fucks you, I fucks you, I fucks you, I fucks...
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The Dude: These are, uh...
Brandt: Oh, those are Mr Lebowski's children, so to speak.
The Dude: Different mothers, huh?
Brandt: No.
The Dude: Racially he's pretty cool?
Brandt: [laughs] They're not literally his children. They're the Little Lebowski Urban Achievers - inner city children of promise but without the necessary means for a higher education. So Mr Lebowski is committed to sending all of them to college.
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Blond Treehorn Thug: [holding up a bowling ball] What the fuck is this?
The Dude: Obviously you're not a golfer.
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Walter Sobchak: Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
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[the Dude, Walter, and Donny walk out of the bowling alley, to find the three Nihilists waiting in front of the Dude's car, which has been torched]
The Dude: Well, they finally did it. They killed my fucking car.
Nihilist: Ve vant ze money, Lebowski.
Nihilist #2: Ja, uzzervize ve kill ze girl.
Nihilist #3: Ja, it seems you have forgotten our little deal, Lebowski.
The Dude: You don't HAVE the fucking girl, dipshits! We know you never did!
[the Nihilists, stunned, confer amongst themselves in German]
Donny: Are these the Nazis, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: No, Donny, these men are nihilists, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Nihilist: Ve don't care. Ve still vant ze money, Lebowski, or ve fuck you up.
Walter Sobchak: Fuck you. Fuck the three of you.
The Dude: Hey, cool it Walter.
Walter Sobchak: No, without a hostage, there is no ransom. That's what ransom is. Those are the fucking rules.
Nihilist #2: His girlfriend gave up her toe!
Nihilist #3: She though we'd be getting million dollars!
Nihilist #2: Iss not fair!
Walter Sobchak: Fair! WHO'S THE FUCKING NIHILIST HERE! WHAT ARE YOU, A BUNCH OF FUCKING CRYBABIES?
The Dude: Hey, cool it Walter. Look, pal, there never was any money. The big Lebowski gave me an empty briefcase, so take it up with him, man.
Walter Sobchak: And, I would like my undies back.
[Stunned, the Germans confer amongst themselves again]
Donny: Are they gonna hurt us, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: No, Donny. These men are cowards.
Nihilist: Okay. So we take ze money you haf on you, und ve calls it eefen.
Walter Sobchak: Fuck you.
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The Dude: [repeated line by The Dude and others] That rug really tied the room together.
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The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you... I'm not... We're talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you're out of your element!
The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, dude. I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, dude. Across this line, you DO NOT... Also, dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.
The Dude: Jeez, Walter, I'm not talking about the guys who built the fucking railroad here.
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The Dude: Who the fuck are the Knutsens?
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The Dude: Walter, ya know, it's Smokey, so his toe slipped over the line a little, big deal. It's just a game, man.
Walter Sobchak: Dude, this is a league game, this determines who enters the next round robin. Am I wrong? Am I wrong?
Smokey: Yeah, but I wasn't over. Gimme the marker Dude, I'm marking it 8.
Walter Sobchak: [pulls out a gun] Smokey, my friend, you are entering a world of pain.
The Dude: Walter...
Walter Sobchak: You mark that frame an 8, and you're entering a world of pain.
Smokey: I'm not...
Walter Sobchak: A world of pain.
Smokey: Dude, he's your partner...
Walter Sobchak: [shouting] Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules? Mark it zero!
The Dude: They're calling the cops, put the piece away.
Walter Sobchak: Mark it zero!
[points gun in Smokey's face]
The Dude: Walter...
Walter Sobchak: [shouting] You think I'm fucking around here? Mark it zero!
Smokey: All right, it's fucking zero. Are you happy, you crazy fuck?
Walter Sobchak: ...It's a league game, Smokey.
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[when making the payoff]
The Dude: Dude.
Nihilist: [on the phone] Who is this?
The Dude: Dude. The bag man, man. Where do you want us to go?
Nihilist: Us?
The Dude: [to Walter] Shit!
[to Nihilist]
The Dude: Uh. Yeah, uh. Me and, uh, the driver. I'm not handling the money, driving the car and talking on the phone all at the same time.
Nihilist: Shut the fuck up.
Walter Sobchak: Dude, are you fucking this up?
Nihilist: Who the fuck is that?
The Dude: That is the driver.
[Nihilist hangs up]
The Dude: Shit! Walter, you fuck... you fucked it up! You fucked it up! Her life was in our hands, man!
Walter Sobchak: Nothing is fucked here, Dude. Come on, you're being very un-Dude. They'll call back.
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[repeated line]
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny.
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The Dude: It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh...
Donny: I am the walrus.
The Dude: You know what I'm trying to say...
Walter Sobchak: That fucking bitch...
Donny: I am the walrus.
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!
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[being forced into a limousine]
The Dude: Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!
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The Dude: And, you know, he's got emotional problems, man.
Walter Sobchak: You mean... beyond pacifism?
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Donny: Are these the Nazis, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: No, Donny, these men are nihilists. There's nothing to be afraid of.
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Jesus Quintana: 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 would have fucked you in the ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. Wooo! You got a date Wednesday, baby!
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The Dude: Fuckin' Quintana... that creep can roll, man.
Walter Sobchak: Yeah, but he's a pervert, Dude.
The Dude: Yeah.
Walter Sobchak: No, he's a sex offender. With a record. He served 6 months in Chino for exposing himself to an eight year old.
The Dude: Oh!
Walter Sobchak: When he moved to Hollywood he had to go door to door to tell everyone he was a pederast.
Donny: What's a... pederast, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny.
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Jesus Quintana: 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, 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, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click."
The Dude: Jesus.
Jesus Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
Walter Sobchak: Eight-year-olds, Dude.
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The Dude: What's in the fuckin' carrier?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? Oh, that's Cynthia's dog. I think it's a Pomeranian. I can't leave him home alone or he eats the furniture. I'm watching him while Cynthia and Marty Ackerman are in Hawaii.
The Dude: You brought the fuckin' Pomeranian bowling?
Walter Sobchak: What do you mean brought it bowling, Dude? I didn't rent it shoes. I'm not buying it a fucking beer. He's not taking your fucking turn, Dude.
The Dude: Man, if my fuckin' ex-wife asked me to take care of her fuckin' dog while she and her boyfriend went to Honolulu I'd tell her to go fuck herself.
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Walter Sobchak: Fuck it, Dude, let's go bowling.
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[destroying a Corvette]
Walter Sobchak: Do you see what happens, Larry? Do you see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!
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Walter Sobchak: You have got to buck up, man. You cannot drag this negative energy in to the tournament!
The Dude: Fuck the tournament... Fuck YOU, Walter!
[pause]
Walter Sobchak: Fuck the tournament? All right, I can see you don't want to be consoled here, Dude. Come on Donny, let's go get us a lane.
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The Dude: Jesus, man, could you change the channel?
Cab Driver: Fuck you man. If you don't like my fuckin' music get your own fuckin' cab!
The Dude: I had a rough...
Cab Driver: I pull over and kick your ass out!
The Dude: Come on, man. I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!
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The Dude: Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I'm the Dude, man.
Blond Treehorn Thug: Your name's Lebowski, Lebowski. Your wife is Bunny.
The Dude: My... my wi-, my wife, Bunny? Do you see a wedding ring on my finger? Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up, man!
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Walter Sobchak: Fucking Germans. Nothing changes. Fucking Nazis.
Donny: They were Nazis, Dude?
Walter Sobchak: Oh, come on Donny, they were threatening castration!
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The Dude: Did you ever hear of "The Seattle Seven"?
Maude Lebowski: Mmm.
The Dude: That was me... and six other guys.
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Walter Sobchak: He lives in North Hollywood on Radford, near the In-and-Out Burger...
The Dude: The In-and-Out Burger is on Camrose.
Walter Sobchak: Near the In-and-Out Burger...
Donny: Those are good burgers, Walter.
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny.
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The Stranger: There's just one thing, Dude.
The Dude: And what's that?
The Stranger: Do you have to use so many cuss words?
The Dude: What the fuck you talking about?
The Stranger: Okay, Dude. Have it your way.
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The Big Lebowski: Isn't that what makes a man?
The Dude: Mmm, sure. That and a pair of testicles.
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Bunny Lebowski: I'll suck your cock for a thousand dollars.
Brandt: Ah hahahahaha! Wonderful woman. We're all, we're all very fond of her. Very free-spirited.
Bunny Lebowski: Brandt can't watch, though, or he has to pay a hundred.
Brandt: Ah haha. That's marvelous.
The Dude: Uh, I'm just gonna go find a cash machine.
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Walter Sobchak: OVER THE LINE!
Smokey: Huh?
Walter Sobchak: I'm sorry, Smokey. You were over the line, that's a foul.
Smokey: Bullshit. Mark it 8, Dude.
Walter Sobchak: Uh, excuse me. Mark it zero. Next frame.
Smokey: Bullshit, Walter. Mark it 8, Dude.
Walter Sobchak: Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
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[while dunking the Dude's head in the toilet]
Blond Treehorn Thug: Where's the money, Lebowski? Where's the fucking money, shithead?
The Dude: It's uh... uh... it's down there somewhere, let me take another look.
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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.
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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
[shouting]
Nihilist: "We'll 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.
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[being shown a picture Bunny's old farm home]
The Dude: Oh boy. How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they've seen Karl Hungus.
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Younger Cop: And was there anything of value in the car?
The Dude: Oh, uh, yeah, uh... a tape deck, some Creedence tapes, and there was a, uh... uh, my briefcase.
Younger Cop: [expectant pause] In the briefcase?
The Dude: Uh, uh, papers, um, just papers, uh, you know, uh, my papers, business papers.
Younger Cop: And what do you do, sir?
The Dude: I'm unemployed.
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Malibu Police Chief: Keep your ugly fuckin' goldbrickin' ass out of my beach community.
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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.
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Jackie Treehorn: People forget the brain is the biggest sex organ.
The Dude: On you maybe.
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The Stranger: Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you.
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Jackie Treehorn: Refill?
The Dude: Does the Pope shit in the woods?