DA FINO Fuck, man! That's terrible! Yeah, it sucks. Walter bounces the fingertips of one hand off those of the other. I'll just check with the boys down at the Crime Lab. How to cut a wedge hairstyle. He wears black leather pants and a black leather jacket, open, shirtless, exposing fine blond chest hair and pale skin. that's, that's cool, I'm, I'm saying, she needs money, man. And let me tell you something: the whole thing stinks to high heaven. As the picture fades in the bowling noises continue, but filtered and faint. The Dude does a couple of lazy crawl strokes and then notices that a bowling ball has materialized in his forward hand. Deshalb solle der Dude das Lösegeld übergeben und dabei, falls möglich, die Entführer identifizieren. But unfortunately there are some people - it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women - who engage in it compulsively and without joy. I just got a, an informal report, uh, that a uh, a member of your team, uh, Walter Sobchak, drew a loaded weapon during league play-- We hear the doorbell. The black field dissolves into the pattern of the rug. It swings open to reveal a short, hairy, muscular but balding middle-aged man in a black T-shirt and black cut-off jeans. The Dude's face is washed with a brilliant light as the corridor opens onto a gleaming bowling alley. Jeffrey Lebowski waves the Dude in without looking around. The door swings open and a beer-swilling middle-aged man looks dully out at Quintana, who looks hesitantly up. VOICE THROUGH MACHINE We've recovered your vehicle.
20 "Big Lebowski" Facts That Will Make You Love This Movie.DUDE'S LIVING ROOM The Dude is slumped disconsolately back in his easy chair, fingers of one hand cupped over his sunglasses. WALTER'S CAR Walter's eyes are on the road as he listens, driving, to the Dude, whose speech is occasionally punctuated by yaps from the back seat. He lives in North Hollywood, on Radford, near the In-and-Out Burger. Facing him on the couch are two uniformed policeman, one middle-aged, the other a fresh-faced rookie. : Man, if my fuckin' ex-wife asked me to take care of her fuckin' dog while she and her boyfriend went to Honolulu I'd tell her to go fuck herself. WALTER Lady, I got buddies who died face- down in the muck so you and I could enjoy this family restaurant! THE DUDE GETS UP: All right, I'm leaving. Fucking Quintana--that creep can roll, man-- BACK TO THE BOWLER Displaying great slow-motion form as the Dude and Walter's conversation continues over. Here's the bridge-- There is the bump and new steady of the car on the bridge. it's down there somewhere, let me take another look. He awkwardly hugs the grocery bag against his chest as he turns a key in his door. It is an iron lung, artificially breathing with distinct hisses in and out. FAST FADE OUT THE STRANGER'S VOICE Darkness warshed over the Dude-- darker'n a black steer's tookus on a moonless prairie night. A bleak farmhouse and silo are the only features on a flat snow-swept landscape. Tony the Chauffeur: So he says "My wife's a pain in the ass. : Walter, you fuck! We gotta go to Pasadena, man! Come pick me up or I'm off the fuckin' bowling team! : [Ordering at Stacks: House of Pancakes] Ze lingonberry pancake. The driver, singing loudly and badly along with the radio, her hair blowing in the wind, a dreamy smile on her face as she speeds along, higher than a kite, is Bunny Lebowski.