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Lebowski Ipsum

By Mosthege 11:57, 9 May 2014 (CDT)

Ja, vee could really do it, Lebowski. Another Caucasian, Gary. Zere ARE no ROOLZ! You don't go out and make a living dressed like that in the middle of a weekday. Forget it, Donny. You're out of your element. Would it be possible for me to get my twenty grand in cash? I gotta check this with my accountant of course. Now this story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early nineties —just about the time of our conflict with Sad'm and the Eye-rackies. I only mention it 'cause some- times there's a man—I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?—but sometimes there's a man.

I, uh… money, yeah, I gotta respectfully, 69 you know, tender my resignation on that matter, 'cause it looks like your mother really was kidnapped after all. Vee belief in nossing, Lebowski! I don't like you sucking around bothering our citizens, Lebowski. You know, the usual. Bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback. I didn't blame anyone for the loss of my legs, some chinaman in Korea took them from me but I went out and achieved anyway.

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. Hey, relax man, I'm a brother shamus. That wasn't her toe. That is our most modestly priced receptacle. Over the line! I'm not Mr. Lebowski; you're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. Walter, this isn't a First Amendment thing. Stay out of Malibu, Lebowski!

Yeah. Roadie for Metallica. Speed of Sound Tour. Do you have any kalhua? It's a complicated case, Maude. Lotta ins. Lotta outs. And a lotta strands to keep in my head, man. His girlfriend gafe up her toe! She sought we'd be getting million dollars! Iss not fair! Finishing my coffee. Regrettably, it's true, standards have fallen in adult entertainment. It's video, Dude. LOGJAMMIN'. Vee could do things you only dreamed of, Lebowski.

Your goons'll be able to get it off him, mean he's only fifteen and he's flunking social studies. So if you'll just write me a check for my ten per cent… of half a million… fifty grand. Please see him, Jeffrey. He's a good man. And thorough. I got a nice quiet beach community here, and I aim to keep it nice and quiet. Whose toe was it, Walter?