The Big Lebowski Quotes and Quotation

DUDE: "Man I got certain information alright.. certain things have come to light.. and.. aah. you know.. aa.. has it ever occured to you.. aa.. that instead of.. aah.. instead of running around.. aah.. blaming me.. given the nature of all this new shit.. you know this could be.. aah-lot more aah ahh complex.. I mean its not just.. I mean it might not just be such a simple ah.. aah.. you know?"

WALTER: This is not Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.

LEBOWSKI: Is it. . . is it, being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the price? Isn't that what makes a man?

DUDE: Sure. That and a pair of testicles.

MAUDE: In a sense, yes. Elfranco, my robe. My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal. Which bothers some men. The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. Vagina.

DUDE: Oh yeah?

MAUDE: Yes, they don't like hearing it and find it difficult to say. Whereas without batting an eye a man will refer to his "dick" or his "rod" or his "Johnson".

DUDE: "Johnson"?

WALTER: Fucking Germans. Nothing changes. Fucking Nazis.

DONNY: They were Nazis, Dude?

WALTER: Come on, Donny, they were threatening castration!

THE STRANGER: One a those days, huh. Wal, a wiser fella than m'self once said, sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar, wal, he eats you.

DUDE: Jesus, man, can you change the station?

DRIVER: Fuck you man! You don't like my fucking music, get your own fucking cab!

DUDE: I've had a--

DRIVER: I'll pull over and kick your ass out, man!

DUDE: I've had a rough night, and I hate the fucking Eagles, man..

DRIVER: That's it! Outta this fucking cab!

(Driver brings the cab to a screeching halt, steps out, and pulls The Dude out of the back seat, then screeches away just as quickly)

QUINTANA: What's this "day of rest" shit, man?!

(Walter looks at him innocently.)

QUINTANA: What is this bullshit, man? I don't fucking care! It don't matter to Jesus! But you're not fooling me! You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don't fool Jesus! It's bush league psych-out stuff! Laughable, man! I would've fucked you in the ass Saturday, I'll fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead!

WALTER: Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was. . . He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer explored the beaches of southern California from Redondo to Calabassos. And he was an avid bowler. And a good friend. He died--he died as so many of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom you took him, Lord. As you took so many bright flowering young men, at Khe San and Lan Doc and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny who. . . who loved bowling.

DUDE: Walter, you can't do that. These guys're like me, they're pacifists. Smokey was a conscientious objector.

WALTER: You know Dude, I myself dabbled with pacifism at one point. Not in Nam, of course--

DUDE: And you know Smokey has emotional problems!

WALTER: You mean ... beyond pacifism?

QUINTANA: Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any 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".

DONNY: Jesus.

QUINTANA: You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.

WAITRESS Could you please keep your voices down--this is a family restaurant.

WALTER: Oh, please dear! I've got news for you: the Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint!

DUDE: Walter, this isn't a First Amendment thing.

WAITRESS: Sir, if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

WALTER: Lady, I got buddies who died face-down in the muck so you and I could enjoy this family restaurant!

WALTER: This is what happens when you FUCK a STRANGER in the ASS, Larry.

(As Walter walks out of the house)

WALTER: Fucking language problem, Dude.

(Walter pulls a crowbar out of The Dude's trunk)

WALTER: Maybe he'll understand this. YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS, LARRY! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS?! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK A STRANGER IN THE ASS! HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS, LARRY! HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS! FUCK A STRANGER IN THE ASS!

(As Walter begins to smash a red Corvette outside Larry's house with Larry watching out the window)

WALTER: You're out of your element Donny!

WALTER: Shut the fuck up Donny!

WALTER: Life does not start and stop at your convenience you miserable piece of shit.

QUINTANA: You do not fuck with the Jesus!

DONNELLY: That is for the urn.

WALTER: Don't need it. We're scattering the ashes.

DONNELLY: Yes, so we were informed. However, we must hand the remains to you in a receptacle.

WALTER: This is a hundred and eighty dollars.

DONNELLY: Yes sir. It is our most modestly priced receptacle.

DUDE: Well can we--

WALTER: A hundred and eighty dollars?!