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.
Brandt: Who is this gentleman, Dude? Walter Sobchak: Who am I? I'm a fucking Veteran, that's who I am!
[in a bookstore] Philip Marlowe: You do sell books, hmm? Agnes Lowzier: What do those look like, grapefruit? Philip Marlowe: Well, from here they look like books.
Philip Marlowe: How'd you happen to pick out this place? Vivian: Maybe I wanted to hold your hand. Philip Marlowe: Oh, that can be arranged.
Carmen Sternwood: You're cute. I like you. Philip Marlowe: Yeah, what you sees nothing, I got a Balinese dancing girl tattooed across my chest.
Lash Canino: What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a gun before? What do you want me to do, count three like they do in the movies?
Agnes Lowzier: Well, so long, copper. Wish me luck. I got a raw deal. Philip Marlowe: Hey, your kind always does.
Philip Marlowe: Let me do the talking, angel. I don't know yet what I'm going to tell them. It'll be pretty close to the truth.
