we want that money, lebowski. bunny said you were good for it.
where's the money, lebowski!
where's the money, lebowski!
where's the fucking money, shithead!
don't fuck with us. if your wife owes money to jackie treehorn, that means you owe money to jackie treehorn.
dude, this is smokey. look, i don't wanna be a hard-on about this, and i know it wasn't your fault, but i just thought it was fair to tell you that gene and i will be submitting this to the league and asking them to set aside the round. or maybe forfeit it to us--
--so, like i say, just thought, you know, fair warning. tell walter.
--serious infraction, and examine your standing. thank you. beep.
mr. lebowski, brandt again. please do call us when you get in and i'll send the limo. let me assure you--i hope you're not avoiding this call because of the rug, which, i assure you, is not a problem. we need your help and, uh--well we would very much like to see you. thank you. it's brandt.
are you ready to be fucked, man?
who is this?
us?
shut the fuck up. hello?
okay, listen--
who is that?
okay, vee proceed. but only if there is no funny stuff.
so no funny stuff. okay?
you are approaching a vooden britch. when you cross it you srow ze bag from ze left vindow of ze moving kar. do not slow down. vee vatch you.
i'll be with you in a minute, mr. lebowski.
right, dude.
dude! dude!
could you slide your shorts down please, mr. lebowski?
i understand sir. could you slide your shorts down please?
hey!