Chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American. Please. My name's Da Fino! I'm a private snoop! Like you, man! All right, Plan B. You might want to watch out the front window there, Larry. WE HAVE BUNNY. GATHER ONE MILLION DOLLARS IN UNMARKED NON-CONSECUTIVE TWENTIES. AWAIT INSTRUCTIONS. NO FUNNY STUFF. Ever hear of the Seattle Seven? Stay out of Malibu, deadbeat! Mr. Lebowski is in seclusion in the West Wing.

I'm not Mr. Lebowski; you're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS, LARRY! Dieter doesn't care about anything. He's a nihilist. Nice marmot. Can we just rent it from you? Excuse me! Mark it zero. Next frame. Call the medics, Dude. A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place s'durned innarestin'.

Whose toe was it, Walter? You think veer kidding und making mit de funny stuff? Vee vant zat money, Lebowski. No, look. I do mind. The Dude minds. This will not stand, you know, this aggression will not stand, man. Zere ARE no ROOLZ! You know, the usual. Bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback. Near the In-and-Out Burger. Is this yours, Larry? Is this your homework, Larry?

They won't hurt us, Donny. These men are cowards. You know, little of this, little of that. No ma'am, I didn't mean to give the impression that we're police exactly. We're hoping that it will not be necessary to call the police. Uh, yeah. Probably a vagrant, slept in the car. Or perhaps just used it as a toilet, and moved on. I know my rights.

Eight-year-olds, Dude. Wait in the car, Donny. Hardly Dude, a new 'vette? The kid's still got, oh, 96 to 97 thousand, depending on the options. Your "revolution" is over, Mr. Lebowski! Condolences! The bums lost! Okay. Vee take ze money you haf on you und vee call it eefen. I don't like you sucking around bothering our citizens, Lebowski. How come you don't roll on Saturday, Walter?

Chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American. Please. My name's Da Fino! I'm a private snoop! Like you, man! All right, Plan B. You might want to watch out the front window there, Larry. WE HAVE BUNNY. GATHER ONE MILLION DOLLARS IN UNMARKED NON-CONSECUTIVE TWENTIES. AWAIT INSTRUCTIONS. NO FUNNY STUFF. Ever hear of the Seattle Seven? Stay out of Malibu, deadbeat! Mr. Lebowski is in seclusion in the West Wing.

I'm not Mr. Lebowski; you're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS, LARRY! Dieter doesn't care about anything. He's a nihilist. Nice marmot. Can we just rent it from you? Excuse me! Mark it zero. Next frame. Call the medics, Dude. A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place s'durned innarestin'.

Whose toe was it, Walter? You think veer kidding und making mit de funny stuff? Vee vant zat money, Lebowski. No, look. I do mind. The Dude minds. This will not stand, you know, this aggression will not stand, man. Zere ARE no ROOLZ! You know, the usual. Bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback. Near the In-and-Out Burger. Is this yours, Larry? Is this your homework, Larry?

They won't hurt us, Donny. These men are cowards. You know, little of this, little of that. No ma'am, I didn't mean to give the impression that we're police exactly. We're hoping that it will not be necessary to call the police. Uh, yeah. Probably a vagrant, slept in the car. Or perhaps just used it as a toilet, and moved on. I know my rights.

Eight-year-olds, Dude. Wait in the car, Donny. Hardly Dude, a new 'vette? The kid's still got, oh, 96 to 97 thousand, depending on the options. Your "revolution" is over, Mr. Lebowski! Condolences! The bums lost! Okay. Vee take ze money you haf on you und vee call it eefen. I don't like you sucking around bothering our citizens, Lebowski. How come you don't roll on Saturday, Walter?