Moron
The Dude:
Walter, I love you, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron.
Am I Wrong
Walter Sobchak:
Am I wrong?
The Dude:
No you're not wrong.
Walter Sobchak:
Am I wrong?
The Dude:
You're not wrong Walter. You're just an asshole.
Walter Sobchak:
Okay then.
I'm the Dude
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 Rug
The Dude:
[repeated line by The Dude and others] That rug really tied the room together.
Nobody Fucks with the Jesus
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."
The Dude:
Jesus.
Jesus Quintana:
You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus. [walks off]
What Do You Do for Recreation
Walter Sobchak:
What do you do for recreation?
The Dude:
Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.
