this is your only i.d.?
you don't know shit, lebowski.
what are you, some kind of sad-assed refugee from the fucking sixties?
mr. treehorn tells us that he had to eject you from his garden party, that you were drunk and abusive.
mr. treehorn draws a lot of water in this town, lebowski. you don't draw shit. 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, i don't like your jerk- off behavior, and i don't like you, jerk- off --do i make myself clear?
stay out of malibu, lebowski!
stay out of malibu, deadbeat! keep your ugly fucking goldbricking ass out of my beach community!