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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!