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Fuckin’ A, man!
I’d be honored, Your Highness. Would you mind holding my broom?
Eat my shorts.
black, French-cut crotchless panties.
Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?
Fuck off, I’m beautiful!
My biological clock is TICKING LIKE THIS and the way this case is going, I ain’t never getting married.
Your name’s Lebowski, Lebowski. Your wife is Bunny.
Hello, cowboy. What’s your name?
My name’s Pitt, and you ain’t talkin’ your ass outta this shit.
No, no, I just want you to know…
I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never…
Today is so important. You are thoughtless and selfish. You must learn to think about other people. You are bad, bad spoiled children.
Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present… and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
We’ll need our Birth Certificates. I happen to have mine with me. Where’s yours?
I don’t need this. I swear to God, I do not need this right now, okay? I’ve got a judge that’s just aching to throw me in jail. An idiot who wants to fight me for two hundred dollars. Slaughtered pigs. Giant loud whistles. I ain’t slept in five days. I got no money, a dress code problem, AND a little murder case which, in the balance, holds the lives of two innocent kids. Not to mention your BIOLOGICAL CLOCK - my career, your life, our marriage, and let me see, what else can we pile on? Is there any more SHIT we can pile on to the top of the outcome of this case? Is it possible?
…you know now that you’ve failed. The only way you can help your family is to give me that case. Give me the case.
What’s in the box???
Pain.
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.