The Big Lebowski

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The Dude abides.

The Big Lebowski is a 1998 film about an amiable unemployed slacker, The Dude, and his close friends, all fond of their nights at the local bowling alley, who are drawn into a Chandleresque plot involving the missing younger wife of a millionaire namesake. The film has given rise to a non-traditional religious philosophy based on it and Taoism known as Dudeism.

Directed by Joel Coen. Written by Joel Coen and Ethan Coen.
Her life was in their hands. Now her toe is in the mail. taglines

Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski[edit]

Well, sir, it's this rug I had. It really tied the room together.
This is a very complicated case, Maude. You know, a lotta ins, lotta outs, lotta what-have-you's…
  • Well, sir, it's this rug I had. It really tied the room together.
  • Look, let me explain something to you. I'm not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing.
  • This is a very complicated case, Maude. You know, a lotta ins, lotta outs, lotta what-have-you's. And, uh, lotta strands to keep in my head, man. Lotta strands in old Duder's head. Luckily I'm adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber.
  • Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.
  • Careful, man, there's a beverage here!
  • Oh boy, how you gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they've seen Karl Hungus.

Walter Sobchak[edit]

  • You see what happens, Larry? This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass Larry! [Proceeds to smash up what he wrongly believes is Larry's new Corvette] This is what happens, Larry! You see what happens Larry? You see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!
    • Censored dub for television: "Do you see what happens, Larry? Do you see what happens when you find a stranger in the alps? This is what happens, You see what happens Larry! This is what happens when you feed a stoner scrambled eggs!"
  • Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling.
  • Life does not start and stop at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit!
  • Shut the fuck up, Donny.
  • Is this your homework, Larry?
  • Language problem here. Little prick stone-walling me.
  • Have you ever heard of Vietnam?
  • You're (or You are) entering a world of pain!
  • You want a toe? I can get you a toe.

Jesus Quintana[edit]

  • HEY! What's this day of rest shit!? What's this bullshit!? I don't fuckin' care! It don't matter to Jesus. But you're not foolin' me, man. You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don't fool Jesus. This bush league psych out stuff. Laughable, man – HA HA! I would have fucked you in the ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. Wooo! You got a date Wednesday, baby!
  • 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.
  • 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, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click."
  • You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.

Dialogue[edit]

Smokey, my friend, you're entering a world of pain.
"The Dude abides." I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there. The Dude. Takin' 'er easy for all us sinners.
The Dude: [shaking his head] Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I'm The Dude, man.
Blond Treehorn Thug: Your name's Lebowski, Lebowski - Your wife is Bunny.
The Dude: My … my wi– my wife, Bunny? Do you see a wedding ring on my finger? Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up, man!

The Dude: ..Yeah, man, it really tied the room together.
Walter Sobchak: This was a valued, uh …
The Dude: Yeah.
Donny: [Donny takes a seat] What tied the room together, Dude?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Were you listening to The Dude's story, Donny?
Donny: What?
The Dude: Walter …
Walter Sobchak: Were you listening to The Dude's story?
Donny: I was bowling.
Walter Sobchak: So you have no frame of reference here, Donny. You're like a child who wanders into the middle of a movie and wants to know -
The Dude: Walter, Walter, what's the point, man?
Walter Sobchak: There's no reason - Here's my point, Dude. There's no fucking reason why these two -
Donny: Yeah, Walter, what's your point?
Walter Sobchak: Huh?
The Dude: Walter, what is the poin-? Look, we all know who is at fault here - what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you … ! I'm not … we're talking about unchecked aggression here, Dude.
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you're out of your element!
The Dude: Look, Walter - Walter, the Chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? The Chinaman is not the issue here, Dude! I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you do not … also, Dude, "Chinaman" is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.
The Dude: Walter, this isn't a guy who built the railroads here. This is a guy …
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you…?
The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!
Donny: He peed on the Dude's rug.
Walter Sobchak: Donny, you're out of your element! Dude, the Chinaman is not the issue here!

Brandt: Uh, our guest needs to be going now, Mrs. Lebowski.
The Dude: (realizes) Ohh, you're Bunny.
Bunny Lebowski: [takes off her sunglasses] I'll suck your cock for a thousand dollars.
Brandt: Ah-hahahahaha! Ah - Wonderful woman. We're all, we're all very fond of her. Very free-spirited.
Bunny Lebowski: Brandt can't watch, though - or he has to pay a hundred.
Brandt: Ah-haha. That's marvelous.
The Dude: [Dude turns his head back as Brandt escorts him away] ..Uh, I'm just gonna go find a cash machine.

Walter Sobchak: Fucking dog has fucking papers. OVER THE LINE!
Smokey: Huh?
Walter Sobchak: I'm sorry, Smokey. You were over the line, that's a foul.
Smokey: Bullshit. Mark it 8, Dude.
Walter Sobchak: Uh, excuse me. Mark it zero. Next frame.
Smokey: Bullshit, Walter. Mark it 8, Dude.
Walter Sobchak: Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
The Dude: Hey, Walter, c'mon, it's just - Hey man, it's Smokey. So his toe slipped over a little, you know, it's just a game, man.
Walter Sobchak: This is a league game, this determines who enters the next round robin. Am I wrong?
Smokey: Yeah, but I wasn't …
Walter Sobchak: [turns to Smokey] Am I wrong?
Smokey: Yeah, but I wasn't over. Gimme the marker Dude, I'm marking an 8.
Walter Sobchak: Smokey, my friend, [pulls out an M1911A1 pistol] ..you're entering a world of pain.
The Dude: Walter, man …
Walter Sobchak: You mark that frame an 8, you're entering a world of pain.
Smokey: I'm not …
Walter Sobchak: A world of pain.
Smokey: Look, Dude, I - this is your partner …
Walter Sobchak: (shouting) Has the whole world gone CRAZY?! [stands up] AM I THE ONLY ONE AROUND HERE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE RULES?! MARK IT ZERO!
The Dude: They're calling the cops, man, put the piece away. Walter's dog barks repeatedly
Walter Sobchak: MARK IT ZERO! [points gun in Smokey's face]
The Dude: Walter, put the piece away …
Smokey: Walter?
Walter Sobchak: (shouting) YOU THINK I'M FUCKING AROUND HERE?! [racks slide on pistol] MARK IT ZERO! Walter's dog stops barking
Smokey: [shivers a second, then marks the card] All right, it's fucking zero. Are you happy, you crazy fuck?
Walter Sobchak: [calmly lowers and unloads gun] ..It's a league game, Smokey.

Walter Sobchak: You know, Dude, I myself dabbled in pacifism once. Not in 'Nam of course.
The Dude: And, you know, he's got emotional problems, man.
Walter Sobchak: You mean … beyond pacifism?

The Dude: Fuckin' Quintana … that creep can roll, man.
Walter Sobchak: Yeah, but he's a pervert, Dude.
The Dude: Yeah.
Walter Sobchak: No! He's a sex offender, with a record - He served 6 months in Chino for exposing himself to an eight year old.
The Dude: Oh!
Walter Sobchak: When he moved to Hollywood, he had to go door to door to tell everyone he was a pederast.
Donny: What's a pederast, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny.

The Dude: She probably kidnapped herself.
Walter Sobchak: Huh?
Donny: What do you mean, Dude?
The Dude: Rug Peers did not do this - Look at it! A young trophy wife, marries this guy for his money.. she figures he isn't given her enough, you know, she owes money all over town...
Walter Sobchak: That fucking bitch.
The Dude: It's all a goddamn fake, man! It's like Lenin said: You look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh, you know...
Donny: "I am the walrus"?
The Dude: You know what I'm trying to say?
Donny: "I am the walrus".
Walter Sobchak: That fucking bitch!
The Dude: Oh yeah!
Donny: "I am the walrus".
Walter Sobchak: That's ex-- Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin! Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Fuckin' exactly what happened to those... That makes me fuckin' sick!
The Dude: Well, what do you care, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: Those rich fucks! This whole fuckin' thing.. I did not watch my buddies die face-down in the muck so this fuckin' strumpet, this fuckin' whore could waltz around town-
The Dude: Walter, Walter - I don't see any connection to Vietnam, man.
Walter Sobchak: Well it isn't a literal connection, Dude..
The Dude: Walter, face it - There isn't any connection. Your roll.
Walter Sobchak: Have it your way, but my point -
The Dude: Your roll.
Walter Sobchak: My point is -
Jesus Quintana: Are you ready to be fucked, man? [Dude, Walter and Donny turn as Jesus approaches] 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, 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. [leaves]
Walter Sobchak: … [turns to Dude] Eight year olds, Dude.

[Dude and Walter sit in a diner as Dude shows Walter the severed toe]
Walter Sobchak: (laughs) ..That wasn't her toe, Dude.
The Dude: ..Whose toe was it, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: How the fuck should I know? All I know is there's nothing to indicate -
The Dude: The nail polish, Walter.
Walter Sobchak: Fine, Dude. As if it's completely impossible to take some nail polish, apply it to someone else's toe..
The Dude: Someone else's?
Walter Sobchak: - Some cutters.. (imitates snipping)
The Dude: Where the fuck are they -
Walter Sobchak: You want a toe? I can get you a toe. Believe me. There are ways, Dude - You don't wanna know about it, believe me.
The Dude: Yeah, but Walter …
Walter Sobchak: Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon … with nail polish. These fucking amateurs … (chuckles) They send us a toe, we're supposed to shit ourselves with fear - Jesus Christ!
The Dude: Walter-
Walter Sobchak: Now the point is..
The Dude: They're gonna kill her, man - And then they're gonna kill me.
Walter Sobchak: Dude... That.. That's just the stress talkin', man. Now so far, we have, what appears to me, to be a series of victim-less crimes.
The Dude: What about the toe?
Walter Sobchak: [slams hand on counter] Forget about the fucking toe!
Waitress at diner: Excuse me, sir.. [approaches Walter and Dude] Could you please keep your voices down - This is a family restaurant.
Walter Sobchak: Oh please, dear? For your information, the Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint!
The Dude: Walter, this is not a First Amendment thing, man.
Waitress at diner: If you can't lower your voices, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Walter Sobchak: Lady, I got buddies who died face-down in the muck so that you and I could enjoy this family restaurant!
The Dude: Alright, I'm outta here [drops money and (inadvertently) a joint on counter, subtly picks up the joint]
Walter Sobchak: (talking to Dude as he leaves) Oh come on, Dude - Don't walk away, man! C'mon, this affects all of us, man! Our basic freedoms!

Donny: [Runs over to Walter and Dude] They posted the next round for the tournament!
Walter Sobchak: Donny, shut the f— when do we play?
Donny: This Saturday. Quintana and—
Walter Sobchak: Saturday? Well they'll have to reschedule.
The Dude: Walter, what am I gonna tell Lebowski?
Walter Sobchak: I told that fuck down at the league office … Who's in charge of scheduling?
The Dude: Walter …
Donny: Burkhalter.
Walter Sobchak: I told that kraut a fucking thousand times that I don't roll on Shabbos!
The Dude: Walter …
Donny: They already posted it.
Walter Sobchak: Well, they can fucking unpost it!
The Dude: Who gives a shit?! They're gonna kill that poor woman, man! What am I gonna tell Lebowski?
Walter Sobchak: C'mon, Dude - Uh, eventually she'll get tired of her little game and, you know, wander on back.
Donny: How come you don't roll on Saturday, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: I'm Shomer Shabbos.
Donny: What's that, Walter?
The Dude: Yeah, and in the meantime, what do I tell Lebowski?!
Walter Sobchak: Saturday, Donny, is Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means that I don't work, I don't drive a car, I don't fucking ride in a car, I don't handle money, I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit don't fucking roll!
Donny: Sheesh.
Walter Sobchak: Shomer Shabbos!
The Dude: Walter, how am I going to—
Walter Sobchak: Shomer fucking Shabbos.
The Dude: Oh, fuck! That's it, I'm outta here.
Walter Sobchak: Come on, Dude … [rolls his eyes at Donny] (mouths) What a fucking baby
[Donny nods]

Walter Sobchak: Fucking Germans. Nothing changes. Fucking Nazis.
Donny: They were Nazis, Dude?
Walter Sobchak: Oh, come on, Donny, they were threatening castration! Are we gonna split hairs here? Am I wrong?

Maude Lebowski: What do you do for.. for recreation?
The Dude: Oh, the usual - I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.

Walter Sobchak: (talking to The Dude) We're gonna see some tank battles.. Fighting in desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle. I mean that was a foot-soldier's war - Whereas this thing here should, uh.. y'know - Should be a piece of cake. I mean, I had an M16 Jacko, not an Abrams fucking tank. Me and Charlie - eyeball to eyeball - That's fucking combat. The man in the black pajamas, Dude - Worthy fuckin' adversary.
Donny: Who was in pajamas, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny. ..Whereas what we have here.. Bunch of fig-eaters wearin' towels on their head tryin' to find reverse on a Soviet tank - This.. this is not a worthy fuckin' adversary..
Jesus Quintana: HEY! [He and his partner appear in front of Dude, Walter, and Donny] What's this day of rest shit!? What's this bullshit!? I don't fuckin' care! It don't matter to Jesus. But you're not foolin' me, man. You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don't fool Jesus. This bush-league psych out stuff. Laughable, man – HA HA! I would have fucked you in the ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. WOOO! You got a date Wednesday, baby! [walks away with his partner]
Walter Sobchak: …He's crackin'.

Walter Sobchak: I'm saying, I see what you're getting at, Dude, he kept the money. My point is, here we are, it's shabbos, the sabbath, which I'm allowed to break only if it's a matter of life or death...
The Dude: Will you come off it, Walter? You're not even fucking Jewish, man.
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talkin' about?
The Dude: Man, you're fucking Polish Catholic...
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? I converted when I married Cynthia! Come on, Dude!
The Dude: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Walter Sobchak: And you know this!
The Dude: Yeah, and five fucking years ago you were divorced.
Walter Sobchak: So what are you saying? When you get divorced you turn in your library card? You get a new license? You stop being Jewish? I'm as Jewish as fucking Tevye.
The Dude: It's all a part of your sick Cynthia thing, man. Taking care of her fucking dog. Going to her fucking synagogue. You're living in the fucking past.
Walter Sobchak: Three thousand years of beautiful tradition, from Moses to Sandy Koufax...You're goddamn right I'm living in the fucking past! I'm... Jesus. What the hell happened?

The Dude: You thought that Bunny had been kidnapped and you were fuckin' glad, man. You could use it as an excuse to make some money disappear. All you needed was a sap to pin it on! You'd just met me! You f... You human … paraquat! You figured "oh, here's a loser", you know? A deadbeat, someone the square community won't give a shit about.
The Big Lebowski: Well, aren't you?
The Dude: Well, yeah!

The Dude: Well, take care, man, gotta get back.
The Stranger: Sure. Take it easy, Dude.
The Dude: Oh yeah!
The Stranger: I know that you will.
The Dude: Yeah, well - The Dude abides.
The Stranger: "The Dude abides." I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there. The Dude. Takin' 'er easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. I sure hope he makes the finals.

Taglines[edit]

  • They figured he was a lazy, time-wasting slacker. They were right.
  • Her life was in their hands. Now her toe is in the mail.
  • Times like these call for a Big Lebowski.
  • It takes guys as simple as the Dude and Walter to make a story this complicated … and they'd really rather be bowling.
  • Lebowski: not a man, a way of life.

Quotes about The Big Lebowski[edit]

The Dude is an extreme case, but he provides an ideal which can help you to bring a little more "Dude" into your life, without giving up on the rat race entirely. ~ Oliver Benjamin
Alphabetized by author
Everybody knows somebody like the Dude — and so, rumor has it, do the Coen brothers. They based the character on … Jeff Dowd… ~ Roger Ebert
  • Coen brothers' The Big Lebowski is a genial, shambling comedy about a human train wreck, and should come with a warning like the one Mark Twain attached to Huckleberry Finn: "Persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot." … Everybody knows somebody like the Dude — and so, rumor has it, do the Coen brothers. They based the character on a movie producer and distributor named Jeff Dowd, a familiar figure at film festivals, who is tall, large, shaggy and aboil with enthusiasm. Dowd is much more successful than Lebowski (he has played an important role in the Coens' careers as indie filmmakers), but no less a creature of the moment. Both dudes depend on improvisation and inspiration much more than organization.

Cast[edit]

External links[edit]

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