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Lebowski ipsum lOGJAMMIN’. Mein nommen iss Karl. Is hard to verk in zese clozes. I don’t like you sucking around bothering our citizens, Lebowski. I spent most of my time occupying various, um, administration buildings, smoking thai-stick, breaking into the ROTC and bowling. And Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny who… who loved bowling. Okay. Vee take ze money you haf on you und vee call it eefen.

Does the Pope shit in the woods? What in God’s holy name are you blathering about? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Seamus and me, we’re gonna fuck you up. Wal, I lost m’chain of thought here. But—aw hell, I done innerduced him enough. A dick, man! And let me tell you something: I dig your work. Playing one side against the other —in bed with everybody— fabulous stuff, man.

Mind if I smoke a jay? When he moved down to Venice he had to go door-to-door to tell everyone he’s a pederast. Our basic freedoms. I don’t see any connection to Vietnam, Walter. People forget that the brain is the biggest erogenous zone. Yeah man. Well, you know, the Dude abides. Hello, Pilar? My name is Walter Sobchak, we spoke on the phone, this is my associate Jeffrey Lebowski.

Ja, und maybe vee stamp on it und skvush it, Lebowski! Vee belief in nossing, Lebowski! Walter, come off it. You’re not even fucking Jewish. You’re fucking Polish Catholic. Ja, vee could really do it, Lebowski. Mr. Lebowski asked me to repeat that: Her life is in your hands. Hardly Dude, a new ‘vette? The kid’s still got, oh, 96 to 97 thousand, depending on the options. What do you mean “brought it bowling”? I didn’t rent it shoes. I’m not buying it a fucking beer. He’s not gonna take your fucking turn, Dude.

Near the In-and-Out Burger. I did not watch my buddies die face down in the mud so that this fucking strumpet. Hey, man, if my fucking ex-wife asked me to take care of her fucking dog while she and her boyfriend went to Honolulu, I’d tell her to go fuck herself. A MILLION BUCKS FROM FUCKING NEEDY LITTLE URBAN ACHIEVERS! YOU ARE SCUM, MAN! They call Los Angeles the City of Angels. I didn’t find it to be that exactly, but I’ll allow as there are some nice folks there. ‘Course, I can’t say I seen London, and I never been to France, and I ain’t never seen no queen in her damn undies as the fella says. But I’ll tell you what, after seeing Los Angeles and thisahere story I’m about to unfold —wal, I guess I seen somethin’ ever’ bit as stupefyin’ as ya’d see in any a those other places, and in English too, so I can die with a smile on my face without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.