I can see it all now, this is gonna be just like last summer. You fell in love with that girl at the Fotomat, you bought forty dollars worth of fuckin’ film, and you never even talked to her. You don’t even own a camera.
And if pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it’s this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.
You don’t sleep much, you bathe even less and you’d have to eat things that you wouldn’t want to look at while they were alive.
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It’s a fraternity party, I’m in the fraternity. How can I miss it?
Come on Frank, say yes, and I’ll buy you some new deodorant.
Yes, probably a vagrant slept in the car. Or maybe just used it as a toilet and moved on.
That’s the smell of desire, my lady.
In that case, I’m no lady.
You’re different. No arguin’ that. But you’re a lady alright. I’d take my oath on it.
There are two kinds of men and only two. And that young man is one kind. He is high-minded. He is pure. He’s the kind of man the world pretends to look up to, and in fact despises. He is the kind of man who breeds unhappiness, particularly in women. Do you understand?
I think you do. There’s another kind. Not high-minded, not pure, but alive. Now, that your tastes at this time should incline towards the juvenile is understandable; but for you to marry that boy would be a disaster. Because there’s two kinds of women. There are two kinds of women and you, as we well know, are not the first kind. You, my dear, are a slut.
You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do.
Here’s looking at you, kid.
You know what? If I was you, I’d go down there and give those boys a drink. You can’t imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you. Just to look at her. And if one of them should pat your behind, just make believe it’s nothing. They earned it.
Gimme some sugar baby!
You know Steve, you’re not very hard to figure, only at times. Sometimes I know exactly what you’re going to say. Most of the time. The other times…you’re just a stinker.
Remember, be a thinker, not a stinker.
Hello ? Helloo, anybody hoooome ? Think, McFly, think !
I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face.
Sergeant Horvath! Move your men up the beach!
Now we got a nice, quiet little beach community here, and I aim to keep it nice and quiet. So let me make something plain. I don’t like you sucking around, bothering our citizens, Lebowski. I don’t like your jerk-off name. I don’t like your jerk-off face. I don’t like your jerk-off behavior, and I don’t like you, jerk-off. Do I make myself clear?