The Big Lebowski
The Big Lebowski () is a 1998 independent crime comedy film written, directed, produced and co-edited by Joel and Ethan Coen. It stars Jeff Bridges as Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski, a Los Angeles slacker and avid bowler. He is assaulted as a result of mistaken identity, then learns that a millionaire, also named Jeffrey Lebowski (David Huddleston), was the intended victim. The millionaire Lebowski's trophy wife is supposedly kidnapped, and millionaire Lebowski commissions The Dude to deliver the ransom to secure her release. The plan goes awry when the Dude's friend, Walter Sobchak (John Goodman), schemes to keep the ransom money for the Dude and himself. Sam Elliott, Julianne Moore, Steve Buscemi, John Turturro, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Tara Reid, David Thewlis, Peter Stormare, Jon Polito, and Ben Gazzara also appear in supporting roles. The film is loosely inspired by the work of Raymond Chandler. Joel Coen stated, "We wanted to do a Chandler kind of story – how it moves episodically, and deals with the characters trying to unravel a mystery, as well as having a hopelessly complex plot that's ultimately unimportant." The original score was composed by Carter Burwell, a longtime collaborator of the Coen brothers. The Big Lebowski received mixed reviews at the time of its release. Reviews have since become largely positive, and the film has become a cult favorite, noted for its eccentric characters, comedic dream sequences, idiosyncratic dialogue, and eclectic soundtrack. In 2014, the film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant."
Oh, shit! What the fuck's going on? Walter... What the fuck is going on? He hung up, man. You fucked it up. You fucked it up! Her “fie was 'm our hands, man. Easy, Dude. We're screwed now. We don't get shit. They're gonna kill her. We're fucked, Walter. Nothing is fucked, Dude. Come on. You're being very un-Dude. They'll call back. Look, she kidnapped...
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You see? Nothing's fucked here, Dude. Nothing is fucked. They're a bunch of fucking amateurs. Walter, will you just shut the fuck up? Don't say peep while I'm doing business here, man. Okay, Dude. Have it your way. But they're amateurs. Fuck. Dude. Okay, we proceed but only if there is no funny stuff. Yeah, yeah. So no funny stuff. Okay? Just tell me where the fuck you want us to go.
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That was the sign, man. So, all we gotta do is get her back. No one's in a position to complain. We keep the baksheesh. Yeah, terrific, Walter. But you haven't told me how we're gonna get her back. Where is she? That's the simple part, Dude. We make the hand-off, I grab one of them and beat it out of him. Huh? That's a great plan, Walter. That's fucking ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It's a Swiss fucking watch. That's right, Dude. The beauty of this is its simplicity. Once a plan gets too complex, everything can go wrong. If there's one thing I learned in Nam...
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We can't do that, Dude. That fucks up our plan. Well, call them up and explain it to them, Walter. Your plan is so fucking simple, I'm sure they'll fucking understand it. That's the beauty of it. Wooden bfidge,huh? Throw them the money, Walter. We're not fucking around, man. Okay, Dude, the bridge is coming up. Give me the ringer, chop-chop. Fuck that. Walter, I love you, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron. Okay, Dude. No time to argue. Hey, man! Here's the bridge. Hey, Walter! Hey, Walter! Hey, Walter! Here goes the ringer!
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What the fuck? Okay, Dude, you're wheel. Hey, man, what the fuck? At 15 mph, I roll out. I double back, grab one of them and beat it out of him. The Uzi. Uzi. You didn't think I was rolling out of here naked, did you? Walter, please! Fifteen, Dude! This is it! Let's take that hill! Walter!
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We didn't... They're gonna kill that poor woman, man! What the fuck are you talking about? The poor woman, that poor slut kidnapped herself. Come on, Dude. You said so yourself. Man, I said I thought she kidnapped herself. You're the one who's so fucking certain. That's right, Dude. 100% certain. They posted the next round for the tournament. Donny, shut the fuck... When do we play? This Saturday. Quintana and... Saturday? Well, they'll have to reschedule. Walter, what am I gonna tell Lebowski? I told that fuck down at the league office. V\Iho's in charge of scheduling? Walter! Burkhalter. I told that kraut a fucking thousand times, I don't roll on shabbos! Walter! They already posted it. Well, they can fucking un-post it! Who gives a shit? They're gonna kill that poor woman, man! What am I gonna tell Lebowski? Come on, Dude. Eventually she'll get tired of her little game and, you know, wander on back. How come you don't roll on Saturday, Walter? I'm shomer shabbos. What's that, Walter? Yeah, and in the meantime, what do I tell Lebowski? Saturday, Donny, is shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means 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! Sheesh. Shomer shabbos!
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You just tell him... Tell him we made the drop and everything went, you know... Oh, yeah. How'd it go? Went all right. Dude's car got a little dinged up. Walter, we didn't make the fucking hand-off, man! They didn't get the fucking money! And they're gonna... They're gonna... They're gonna kill that poor woman. They're gonna kill that poor woman! Walter, if you can't ride in a car, then how do you get around on shabbos? Really, Dude, you surprise me. They're not gonna kill shit. They're not gonna do shit. What can they do to her? Bunch of fucking amateurs. And meanwhile, look at the bottom line. Who's sitting on a million fucking dollars? Am I wrong? Walter. V\Iho's got a fucking million fucking dollars sitting in the trunk of our oar? Our car, Walter? And what do they got? My dirty undies. My fucking whites! SaY,Dude? Where is your car? Who's got your undies, Walter? Where's your car, Dude? You don't know, Walter? It was parked in a handicap zone. Perhaps they towed it. You fucking know it's been stolen. Well, certainly that's a possibility, Dude. Oh, fuck it. Where you going, Dude? I'm going home, Donny. Phone's ringing, Dude. Thank you, Donny!
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