New shit has come to light

www.co.lake.il.us/sheriff/Person/DetailSexOffender.asp?id=145

Eight year olds, Dude.

Nobody f*cks with the Jesus.

Yeah, but he's a pervert, Dude.




Nice marmot.

uhhh?

Quoted: uhhh?

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."

"Fuking Nazzi's mannn"

I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.

hey, there's a beverage present

"Bunch of fig eaters with towels on their heads trying to find reverse on a Soviet tank. This is not a worthy adversary .... man in the black pajamas dude."

Or Dude, if you're into the brevity thing.

He's a pederast.

I wonder if that creep can f*cking roll..

What is this "day of rest" shit? 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! Wooo! You got a date Wednesday, baby!

SHUT THE FUCK UP DONNY!!!!!


Or my favorite part



The Dude enters and flicks on a light.

His head is grabbed from behind and tucked into an armpit.  
We track with him as he is rushed through the living room,
his arm holding the satchel flailing away from his body.  
Going into the bedroom the outflung satchel catches a piece
of doorframe and wallboard and rips through it, leaving a
hole.

The Dude is propelled across the bedroom and on into a small
bathroom, the satchel once again taking away a piece of
doorframe.  His head is plunged into the toilet.  The paper
bag hugged to his chest explodes milk as it hits the toilet
rim and the satchel pulverizes tile as it crashes to the
floor.

The Dude blows bubbles.

VOICE
We want that money, Lebowski.  Bunny
said you were good for it.

Hands haul the Dude out of the toilet. The Dude blubbers and
gasps for air.

VOICE
Where's the money, Lebowski!

His head is plunged back into the toilet.

VOICE
Where's the money, Lebowski!

The hands haul him out again, dripping and gasping.

VOICE
WHERE'S THE FUCKING MONEY, SHITHEAD!

DUDE
It's uh, it's down there somewhere.  
Lemme take another look.

His head is plunged back in.  

The blond man stoops to unzip the satchel.  He pulls out a
bowling ball and examines it in the manner of a superstitious
native.

BLOND MAN
The fuck is this?

The Dude pats at his pockets, takes out a joint and lights
it.

DUDE
Obviously you're not a golfer.

The blond man drops the ball which pulverizes more tile.

This is bowling. We have rules.

Fuck, man!  There's a beverage here!

this aggression will not stand, man

Isn't that near the In and Out Burger??

This is what happens when you f*ck a stranger in the ass!!

Quoted: Well, at least now I'm privvy to the new shit. -Troy

Umm, yeah ... ah, I guess so.

Me too.  

God I love that flic. I know those people and I love them

Hey, nice marmot.

Over the line!



Mark it fucking zero!

I am the walrus.

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."

Look, let me explain something.  I'm not Mr. Lebowski;  you're Mr. Lebowski.  I'm the Dude.  So that's what  you  call me.  That, or Duder.  His  Dudeness.  Or El Duderino, if, you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing...

"Does the Pope shit in the woods?"

"Karl Hungus?"

Donny: How come you don't roll on Saturday Walter?
Walter Sobchak: I'm Shomer Shabbos.
Donny: What's that Walter?
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 fuckin' ride in a car, I don't handle money, I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit
[shouts]
Walter Sobchak: Don't fucking roll! Shomer shabbos!