Joe Gillis: You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big. Norma Desmond: I *am* big. It's the *pictures* that got small.
Ana Pascal: I won't be paying, Mr. Crick. No matter how big the percent. Harold Crick: No, I know. But the percent determines how big your cell is.
To be compassionate is not a joke. It's not that simple. One has to discover a certain bigness in oneself. That bigness should be centered on oneself, not in terms of money, not in terms of power you wield, not in terms of any status that you can com...
I think music is a big, big wide world, and I am voyager on this particular ship in this sea of wild music, and I'm gonna dive in and find as many fish as I can and catch them all. I love music.
I always wanted to make big action movies as a kid, and that was my dream. In a way, 'Swingers' was the thing I suffered through the most doing because of all that dialog, so I could eventually be allowed to do a big dumb action movie, honestly.
Honey Lemon: [Blows up a tower of microbots with her whole purse of chem-balls] WOO! Now THAT'S a chemical reaction!
Honey Lemon: I believe the world can be made into a happier, and much brighter place, through the thorough application of nature's toolbox - chemistry!
Jacques: I don't understand. Please explain to me. Enzo: What do you want to know? Jacques: Everything! Enzo: About what? Jacques: About everything! Enzo: Mama mia.
Enzo: Dont think of Jacques as a human being, he's from another world. Johanna: Oh yeah? And what world are you from Enzo? Enzo: Italia!
Amos Calloway: You were a big fish in a small pond, but this here is the ocean and your drownin'. Take my advice, go back to Puddleville; you'll be happy there.
Walter Sobchak: Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
Walter Sobchak: Am I wrong? The Dude: No you're not wrong. Walter Sobchak: Am I wrong? The Dude: You're not wrong Walter. You're just an asshole. Walter Sobchak: Okay then.
Da Fino, Private Snoop: I'm a brother shamus! The Dude: Brother Seamus? Like an Irish monk? Da Fino, Private Snoop: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jackie Treehorn: Interactive erotic software. The wave of the future, Dude. One hundred percent electronic! The Dude: Yeah well, I still jerk off manually.
The Dude: Yes, Walter, you're right. There is an unspoken message here. It's "FUCK YOU, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Yeah, I'll be at practice.
Walter Sobchak: Whereas what we have here? A bunch of fig-eaters wearing towels on their heads, trying to find reverse in a Soviet tank. This is not a worthy adversary.
[singing while semi-conscious in the back of a police car] The Dude: He was innocent, not a charge was true, and they say he ran away... Branded!
Maude Lebowski: Now, what happened to your face? Did Jackie Treehorn do that as well? The Dude: Ah, no that was the chief of police of Malibu. A real reactionary.
The Dude: I only said I THOUGHT she kidnapped herself. You're the one who's so fucking certain! Walter Sobchak: That's right, Dude. 100% certain.
Da Fino: Let me tell ya something - I dig your work. Playing one side against the other, in bed with everybody - just fabulous stuff.
The Stranger: I like your style, Dude. The Dude: Well, I dig your style too, man. Got the whole cowboy thing goin'. The Stranger: Thankee.
