"You wanna shoot then shoot dont talk "
What the fuck, man? You shot me in my stomach! I’m gonna die now, probably! Man, I had y’all over for dinner - fish tacos! This how you do me?
The first one won’t kill you, nor the second, nor even the third… not until you crawl over here and you kiss my foot!
I smell your feet from here. I like it.
I am going to be honest with you. I… hate… this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality—whatever you want to call it, I can’t stand it any longer. It’s the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I’ve somehow been infected.
He decides to keep the zoo open, so you kill him! Brilliant! Well done! Thank you so much, especially for shooting him right between the eyes, so that it doesn’t look like an accident. Because the people at Octopus will know that he was coming here to close us down, so there’s our motive for murdering him. Stunning! Well, Mr. Brain of Britain, what are we going to tell the police, who are, of course, already on their way here? Another example of the thoroughness of your plan! Go on, I’m all ears. What do you suggest we do with the dead body of the incredibly famous man, who you have just… ASSASSINATED?!!
Now, you’re hurting people’s feelings. Your gonna have to find a more constructive way to express your anger.
How 'bout if I let you slurp yourself silly on my plump, veiny, cock?
It seems my complication had a bit of a complication.
Criminals aren’t complicated, Alfred. We just have to figure out what he’s after.
Ah, the direct approach. I admire that in a man with a mask!
That’s correct, Wendy. We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking.
I hate it when you call me by my full name!
That’s your name, Dude!
Named after your father, no doubt.
My father’s name was Antonio Andolini… and this is for you.
(STAB!)
Look, let me explain something to you. I’m not Mr. Lebowski. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you’re not into the whole brevity thing.
Hello. I’m Dr. Freud, but you may call me Siggy.
Cut to the end, will ya ? How do I kill it ?
I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.