If it’s all the same to you, Honey, I think I’ll skip this little get together, slip out with the boys and knock back a couple of Coca Colas.
I always go backwards when I’m backing up.
Everyone is so goddamn smart. Well, we’ll go out to Miller’s Crossing. And we’ll see who’s smart.
He was alive when I buried him.
There’s nothing more foolish than a man chasing his hat.
That rug really tied the room together, did it not?
So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There’s more to life than a little money, you know. Don’tcha know that? And here ya are, and it’s a beautiful day. Well. I just don’t understand it.
The Dude abides.
Obviously you’re not a golfer.
Damn! We’re in a tight spot!
You can imagine what happens next.
He fixes the cable?
Well no… not unless ‘round’ is funny.
You know, for kids.
Well, there are all manner of lesser imps and demons, Pete, but the great Satan hisself is red and scaly with a bifurcated tail, and he carries a hay fork.
Say, buddy, who’s the most liquid businessman on the street? Waring Hudsucker!
Makin’ money in the lord’s service.
It’s all a part of your sick Cynthia thing, man. Taking care of her fucking dog. Going to her fucking synagogue. You’re living in the fucking past.
…that is your employee number.
It will NOT be repeated!
Forget your employee number, and they dock 'ya!
Yeah, and if a frog had wings, he wouldn’t bump his ass a-hoppin’!
He told them to look not at the facts, but at the meaning of the facts. Then he said the facts had no meaning.
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.”
Nobody fucks with the Jesus.