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Ten years. Hello.

Welcome to the 478th consecutive week

of cinema psyops. I'm your host, Cort. The guy that's super stoked to

be the one that got to pick the movie we're talking about this week and

a little bummed out that it wasn't his choice as my co host, man.

Could have been my choice. There's so many good movies to choose from,

so I'm glad it still made a list. That's right. This week we're talking the

Big Lebowski. Now, the reason that I have fewer choices

than you, and soon it's going to become all of your choices, even though I'll

be doing the notes for some of them, is because, well,

I gave up some of my ten that I was going to do, be able

to do what we're going to be doing after we finally finish up your list

and, well, mine, which is coming to an end very abruptly in the. Next few

kind of weird torture porn. Is that going to be.

Yeah. What did I pick to be our final run to the end

of our consecutive weeks? What would I possibly have picked?

I don't know. Uh, rape fest 6000.

Revenge shit. Yeah.

I'm not that edgy anymore, so it's not going to. Yeah, it's not going to

be a rape. Revenge films. That's good. We. We've all mellowed out in our old

age. Well, yeah, living through Covid pretty much turned me into

a wuss real quick. Because this is a Saturday. We're recording

this. We don't do that a lot. So there we go.

You're having a drink because you don't have to worry. Yeah, Dan, right? I'm having

a beer. Why not? I was so stoned before we started recording

on yours, and I didn't know if I'd make it through it. No. Do a

shot, too. Well, if that's the case, if you're going to actually start

doing shots, we need to get through this recording very quickly, so you don't.

Let's go fast. All right. The big Lebowski, one of

my absolute favorite films. We're going be talking about it at length

because it is almost 2 hours, and I did my notes in thirds

because that's just the easiest thing for me. I did not edit out any

of the casual racism, the sexism, or any of the things that may

have been in this script that people will find offensive, including racial

slurs that were just common colloquialisms about people

being ripped off in some way, shape or form that Sam Elliot delivers at the

very beginning of the film. It starts off with these things. It's all the

way through it. And it just is something that shows you what life

was like in the nineties. It's a really good snapshot of the way

that in that early nineties. Yeah, it was

a different time. Yeah, it was wrong. We freely admit that

here at cinema psyops. But this is what is contained in the movie.

But we grew. And if we cut it all out, we literally just have a

bunch of star spot spots like I am doing

right now, which is basically. Yeah, I will also say this. You cut it

out and then you lose. How far we've come.

We've learned from all of that to be better.

And I get people maybe sensitivities about not

wanting to hear that kind of stuff. And if it were happening today

in, like, current stuff. Yeah, I get it. That's terrible. This could show

you. Listen, this movie was done, you know, 20 some odd years ago.

Now. Fuck me. And I hate aging.

And, you know, where do you.

We learned. Cause that's how you learn, is by making

mistakes and just owning up to it and going, oh, yeah, that was probably kind

of shitty. Glad I don't do that anymore. I glad I learned

something. You know, in 20 years from now, I wonder what we'll be learning then.

But what we're saying now is such horseshit,

Evan. What will be. We don't know how difficult it's going to be able to

breathe whenever climate change takes away all of our sources of oxygen.

And we're slowly starving to death because all of our sources of oxygen also are

either our sources of food or sources of food for our sources of food.

All right. Bummer. Jesus Christ. I mean, that's just, like, your opinion,

man. Anyway, let's get into covering the actual

movie and move on. But I was just, like, saying that. I will just say

this. It's just for those that will be offended by that, for the racial.

Stuff it in there. And I know that I normally cut it out. And the

worst stuff, which is like, the denigrating slurs, more so than the casual

racism that's in this film, I will still cut those out just because.

But I just wanted to state it. It's in there. Warning in advance. Let's move

on. And you know what? It's another one of those movies that if you quote

it right, you could succeed in business and friendship.

Yeah, this is pretty much the film that endeared me to my tattoo artist.

I mean, therapist. Your therapist, man. I keep telling you,

I'll be able. To use that story in my story time. So there we go.

Why don't we stop fucking around and go ahead and just actually cover the big

Lebowski. We're gonna take the break here. We're gonna play the Legion Patreon

ad, and on the pirate radio edit for this week, all songs featured

in the big Lebowski. Up first, we're gonna have some credence because we

have to hold out hope for the tape deck and the credence. This will keep

us quiet. Oh, hi there. I didn't see you.

You caught me. Some litigation issues, actually, with our.

Yeah, with our first sponsor. It's a little crazy.

Yeah. Dan and Shamir both. Yeah, and Shamir both got into

a. Little Tiz with us over the charges for the cards.

Yeah, we didn't ask for them, and we basically have that on our side.

Lord, send me some failure to make. Payment notice or whatever. Yeah, I got

one of those, too. I was summoned. Really?

Yeah. Well, you've got a full fledged. I've just gotten, like, a back date.

Oh, they really hate you. They really do. You know what?

It's a thing. It's Dan. Yeah, Dan really hates you.

Think we should maybe contact our. Our lawyers? I think I've

already contacted my lawyer, Jill fraud. Big guy. Really? What does he

cover? Forgery. Really? Yeah. Nice.

Well, I know that I've gotten my hands on Don fake. Oh, don't fake.

It's a specialty fraud. Okay. Makes sense, right? Since everything's

fake, it says. Yeah, I haven't gotten to be Bob bogus yet.

Will be, as they call him, apparently, in the office. Yeah. Or BB. I've heard

him refer to as BB. BB. I think it's a lot of. He wears a

lot of hats around there. Yeah. Yeah. I've never actually met BB.

I think when I say a lot of hats, I literally mean he walks

around in disguises all day long. Well, that's what I assume, because every photo I've

ever seen of him, he's either wearing, like, a Stetson or a fedora or something

along those lines. Yeah. It's weird. But, hey, listen, they're defending us,

that they're our lawyers. They have a great track record. Yeah, they really do.

I mean, bogus fakes and fraud, they handle everything. I mean,

the documentation they showed me shows they're undefeated, as far as I understand.

I don't know if bogus fakes and frauds is gonna lie to me. I don't

know who's telling me the truth. Trust a law firm named bogus fakes and

fraud. You can't trust anybody. Exactly. And it's really weird that there's more than one

fake. And they just basically are under the term fakes. Like,

it's. You think it would be bogus. Fake. Fake. Fake and

fraud. They chose fakes and fraud instead. Yeah, well, the fake triplets,

you know, they don't. They don't. Oh, they're not in it for triplets.

Yeah. I did not know. Yeah, triplets, you. You'd think they'd be a little

less identical, but now it's. I thought it was all the same guy, but.

Yeah, no, they're. They're triplets, and they are here, you know,

to assist us. They're gonna handle it. They'll take care of this. And I

do believe that we can get both Shamir and Dan to back down.

All right, that is credence Clearwater revival. And Matt, who has started drinking,

he was singing along to it and wrecking everybody in the cut. Listen, I'm a

simple man, and I hear credence and I sing along.

I'm sorry. Credence is one of the

most enjoyable rock bands from that era. Everything about them

is great, and they deserve all the success that they got. And they jam so

far fucking hard. Oh, so hard. What also jams super

fucking hard is the big Lebowski. So let's get started on that with the

first third of the film. That's just like your opinion,

man, which. Starts with our first

clip. Way out west, there was this fella. Fella I want to

tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least

that was a handle his loving parents gave him. And he never had much

use for himself, this Lebowski, he called himself the

dude. Now, dude, that's a name no one

would self apply where I come from. But then there

was a lot about the dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to

me, and a lot about where he lived, likewise.

But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darn

interesting. They call Los

Angeles the city of angels. I didn't find

it to be that, exactly. But all those. There are some nice people.

Folks there. Of course, I can't say I seen London,

and I never been to France, and I ain't never seen no

queen in her damned dundies, as the fella says. But I'll

tell you what, after seeing Los Angeles,

and this'll hear story I'm about to unfold,

I guess I've seen something every bit as stupefying as you'd seen

any of those other places, and in English, too.

So I can die with a smile on my face without

feeling like the good lord jipped me. Now, this here story I'm

about to unfold took place back in the early nineties,

just about the time of our conflict with Saddam and the Iraqis.

I only mention it cause sometimes there's a man. I won't

say a hero. Cause what's a hero? But sometimes

there's a man, and I'm talking about the dude here.

Sometimes there's a man. Well, he's the man

for his time and place. He fits right in there,

and that's the dude in Los Angeles.

And even if he's a lazy man, and the dude was most certainly

that, quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles

county, which would place him high in the running for laziest

worldwide. But sometimes there's a mandeh.

Sometimes there's a man.

Wow, lost my train of thought here.

But, hell, I done

introduced him enough. With them all for collective action.

This will not stand. This will not stand, this aggression

against Kuwait.

During the clip, we see the dude shopping for some half and half

and undecided if what's there in his local grocery is up to

snuff or not. He sniffs at it after opening it and gives us a

pondering look at the camera before the film cuts to the dude,

with a hint of a milk mustache, writing a check for a whopping $0.69

that you absolutely know is going to bounce. Well. That's it.

Yeah, definitely. But real quick, how awesome is Sam Elliott? Yeah,

he is the perfect person to play this sort of spirit of the west narrator

who becomes fascinated with the dude. That man's voice just made sweet,

sweet love to my ears just now, and I'm for it.

At the end of the clip, the dude is skipping his way home.

He opens his door to a home invasion where a dude dunks his

head in the toilet. Yeah, and that is the start of our second clip.

Where's the money, Lebowski? You want that

money, Lebowski? Bunny says you're good for it.

Where's the money, Lebowski? Where's the money,

Lebowski? Where's the fucking money,

shithead? It's, uh. Oh,

it's down there somewhere. Let me take another look.

Don't fuck with us.

Your wife owes money to Jackie Treehorn, that means you owe

money to Jackie Treehorn. Ever. Thus, the deadbeat Slavowski.

Oh, no, don't do thi.

Not on the rug, man. See? See what

happens, Lebowski? You see what happens? Nobody calls

me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I'm the dude,

man. Your name's Lebowski, Lebowski. Your wife is Bunny.

My wife? Bunny? Do you see a wedding ring on my finger?

Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up,

man. What the fuck is this? Obviously,

you're not a golfer. Woo?

Yeah? Isn't this guy supposed to be a millionaire?

Fuck. Yeah. What do you think? Like a fucking loser.

Hey, at least I'm housebroken.

Thanks a lot, asshole. And that ruins his

half and half that he just stole from the store because you know that check

is gonna bounce. That check's bounced. All right, so this is

rubber. This clip ends with the idiots leaving the apartment, and then it cuts to

a credit sequence that is the bowling equivalent of pornography

as it glorifies that pastime like none has ever done before,

set to the absolutely most harmonic song Bob Dylan

has ever performed, with the man and me.

This is good shit. The sequence stops on Steve Buscemi's character of

Donnie Bowling. And our third clip.

I'm throwing rocks tonight. Mark it, dude. This was

a valued rock. This was a.

Yeah, man, it really tied the room together. So this was

a value, dog. Tied the room together. My rug. Were you listening

to the dude's story? Donnie? Were you listening to the Dude's story?

I was mulling. So you have no frame of reference here, Donnie. You're like

a child who wanders into the middle of a movie and wants to know.

Walter, what's the point, man? There's no reason. Here's my point,

dude. There's no fucking reason why these. Yeah, Walter, what's your point? Huh?

Walter, what is the point. Look, we all know

who is at fault here. What the fuck are you talking about? Huh?

No, what the fuck are you. I'm not. We're talking about unchecked aggression

here. What the fuck is he talking about? Forget it, Donnie. You're out of your

element. Walter, the Chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't

go give him a bill. So what the fuck are you talking about? What the

fuck are you talking about? The Chinaman is not the issue here, dude. I'm talking

about drawing a line in the sand, dude. Across this line, you do

not. Also, Dude, Chinaman is not the preferred

nomenclature. Asian American, please. Walter,

this isn't a guy who built the railroads here. This is a guy. Fuck are

you. Walter, he peed on my rug. He peed on the dude's rug.

Donnie, you're out of your element. Dude, the Chinaman is not the issue

here. So, who. Who. Jeff Lebowski.

The other Jeffrey Lebowski, the millionaire. That's fucking interesting,

man. That's fucking interesting. Plus, he has the wealth,

obviously, and the resources, so that there's no reason. There's no

fucking reason why his wife should go out, no money all over

town, and then they come and they pee on your fucking rug. Am I

wrong? No. Am I wrong? Yeah. Okay, then.

That rug really tied the room together, did it not? Fucking.

Eh, this guy peed on it. Donnie, please. You know, this is the

fucking guy. I could find this fucking Lebowski guy. His name is Lebowski?

That's your name, dude. This is the guy who should compensate me for the fucking

rug. His wife goes out and owes money all over town,

and they pee on my rug? They pee on your rugged fucking rug?

Peed on my fucking rug. That's right, dude. They peed on your fucking

rug. This is the study. As you can see, the various commendations

award, honorary degrees,

et cetera. Very impressive. Oh, please feel free to inspect them. Oh,

no, I'm not. Oh, please, please. That is the key to the city of Pasadena,

which Mister Lebowski received two years ago in recognition of his various

civic. Oh, that's the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce

Business Achiever Award, which is given. Well, not necessarily given every year.

Given only when there's a worthy. Is this him with Nancy?

Yes, indeed, that is Mister Lebowski with. The first lady, yes.

Who's taking one? Misses Reagan. Is this Lebowski on the left there?

Yeah, of course. Mister Lebowski on the left. So he's a handicapped

guy? Mister Lebowski is disabled, yes. This picture

was taken when Misses Reagan was first lady of the nation. Yes, yes. Not of

California. In fact, he met privately with the president, though unfortunately,

there wasn't enough time for a photo opportunity. Pretty good. Oh,

wonderful woman. We were very happy. These are. Oh,

those are Mister Lebowski's children, so to speak.

No, they're not. Racially, he's pretty cool.

They're not literally his children. They're the little Lebowski urban achievers,

inner city children of promise, but without the necessary means for a necessary means

for a higher education. So Mister Lebowski is committed to sending all of them to

college. Excuse me. Thank you. Thank you. Far out. He's got

room for one more. One. Oh,

you never went to college. Please, don't touch that. I did, but,

you know, I spent most of my time occupying various administration buildings,

smoking a lot of thai steaks breaking into the ROTC. You know,

bowling? Tell you the truth, Brian, I don't remember

most of it. Oh, okay,

sir. You're a Lebowski, I'm a Lebowski. That's terrific.

But I am very busy, as I imagine you are. The. What can I do

for you, sir? Well, sir, it's this rug I

have. It really tied the room together. Told Brant on the

phone. He told me. Where do I fit in? Well, they were looking for you,

these two guys. I'll say it again. You told Brandt on the phone.

He told me. I know what happened. Yes, yes. Oh, so you know that they

trying to piss on your rug? Did I urinate on your rug? You mean,

did you personally come and pee on my rug? Hello. Do you speak English?

Sir? Paulo usted English. I'll ask you again. Did I urinate

on your rug? No, like I said. Woo. I just

want to understand this. Every time a rug is mitigated upon

in this fair city, I have to compensate the person. Come on, man,

I'm not trying to scam anybody here. Uh, you know, I.

I'm just, uh. You're just looking for a handout like every other.

Are you employed, Mister Lebowski? Wait, wait, let me. Let me explain

something to you. Um. I am not mister Lebowski. You're Mister Lebowski.

I'm the dude. So that's what you call me, you know,

uh, that or, uh, his Dudeness, or Duder,

or, uh, you know, el Dudeness. Reno. If you're not into the whole brevity

thing. Are you employed, sir? Employed?

You don't go out looking for a job dressed like that, do you, on a

weekday? Is this? What day is this? Well, I do work, sir. So if

you don't mind. Well, I do mind. The dude minds.

This will not stand, you know. This aggression will not stand,

man. I mean, your wife owes me. My wife is

not the issue here. I hope that someday my wife will learn

to live on her alone, which is ample. But if she does not, that is

her problem, not mine, just as a rug is your problem, just as

every bombs lot in life is his own responsibility,

regardless of who he chooses to blame. I didn't blame anyone for the

loss of my legs. Some Chinaman took them from me in Korea.

But I went out and achieved anyway. I cannot solve

your problem, sir, only you can. Oh, fuck it.

Yes, that's your answer. That's your answer to everything. Tattoo it on your

forehead. Your revolution is over, Mister Lebowski. Condolences.

The bomb's law. My advice to you is to do what your parents

did. Get a job, sir. The bums will always

lose. You hear me, Lebowski? How was your meeting,

Mister Lebowski? Okay. The old man told me to take any rug

in the house. Well, enjoy, and perhaps we'll see

you again sometime, dude. Yeah, sure. I'm in

the neighborhood, you know, and they

do the general blow on them.

Huh? Go ahead, blow.

You want me to blow on your toes?

Uh huh. I can't blow that far.

Are you sure he won't mind? Well, he doesn't care about anything.

He's a nihilist. Oh, that must be exhausting. You're not blowing.

Our guest has to be getting along, misses Lebowski.

Oh, you're bunny.

I'll suck your cock for $1,000.

Wonderful woman. We're all very fond of her. Very free spirited brain.

Can't watch though, or he has to pay 100.

That's marvelous.

I'm just gonna go find a cash machine.

I'm slamming him tonight. You guys are dead in the water.

If you want, you snow dream 20

minutes late. Man. What the fuck is that? Theodore Herzl.

State of Israel. If you will it, dude, it is no dream. What the

fuck you talking about, man? The carrier. What's in the fucking carrier?

Oh. Cynthia's dollar. Think it's pomeranian. I can't

leave him home alone or eat some furniture. I'm watching it while Cynthia,

Marty Ackerman. Brought a fucking pomeranian bowling.

Brought it bowling. I didn't rented shoes. I'm not buying it a

fucking beer, he's not taking your fucking turn, dude. Man, if my fucking

ex wife asked me to take care of her fucking dog while she and her

boyfriend went to Honolulu, I told her to go fuck herself. Why can't you board

it? First of all, dude, you don't have an ex. Secondly, this is a

fucking showdown with fucking papers. You can't board it. It gets upset.

Its hair falls out. Walter, fucking dog has fucking papers.

Over the line. Huh? I'm sorry, Smokey,

you were over the line. That's a foul. Bullshit. Market eight, dude. Excuse me.

Market zero. Next frame. All right with this is it nom, we have

rules. Yeah. This entire clip was obviously a clip

because of how fucking quotable all of that is, like, over the line.

Smokey. This is not nom. There are rules. It really tied the

room together. Shut the fuck up, Donnie. You're like a childhood wanders into the

theater and demand in the middle of a movie, demands to be told what's going

on. Yeah. Fucking helmet, Donnie. Yeah.

Everything is quotable in that. Yeah. That entire clip. That's why it became

a clip, because that's the only way that we wouldn't be sitting here quoting it

all day. You know, we don't really talk about it enough. How good is John

Goodman? Yeah. In this, especially. Any Coen brothers

especially. But he's good in a lot of stuff. Everything he does,

it's. He's all right. When he does Walter soczek,

he makes a character that is absolutely irritating and

just. Just the most annoying, ignorant human

being that you can possibly deal with, who never shuts the fuck

up about anything in his head and demands privilege that

is already given to him, be even extended further to him.

Everything about him I should hate, but I find him endearing.

He's one of those guys who's an expert on everything.

Yeah, but not really irritating. Yeah. That's why he's. He was

reprehensible that way. Yes. All right. So with that

shout of over the line, Walter proceeds to escalate the issue of not counting the

opposite player score and ends up pulling a gun on him, cocking it

and pointing it at his head and demanding that he mark it zero

over and over again. Because he's entering a world of pain.

Yes, you're entering a world of pain. After getting his way and

being told the owners are calling the cops, which they absolutely should,

Walter and the dude leave to hide out in the dude's car while arguing

about whether or not pacifism is a mental illness and who is more calm

than the other and so forth and so on. I could clip this entire movie.

So skipping this is not a fun choice, but it makes it easier to transition

to our fourth clip. Hey, dude, this is Smokey.

Look, I don't want to be a hard on about this, and I know it

wasn't your fault, but I just thought it was fair to tell you that Gilbert

and I will be submitting this to the league and asking him to set aside

the round. I don't know, maybe forfeit it to us.

So, like I say, just thought, you know, fair warning.

Tell Walter. I'm sorry.

Mister Lebowski. Brand at.

Well, at Mister Lebowski's office. Please call us as soon as it's

convenient.

Mister Lebowski, this is Mel Zellinger of. The Southern Cal bowling league.

I just got an informal report that a member of your team,

Walter Solpczak, drew a firearm during league play.

If this is true, of course, it contravenes a number of the league's bylaws and

also article 27 of the league.

Dude. Hey, Marty. Dude,

I finally got. I got the venue I wanted.

I'm performing my dance quintet, you know. My cycle,

at Crane Jackson's Fountain street. Theater on Tuesday night. And I'd

love it if you came and gave me notes. I'll be

there, man.

Dude, tomorrow's already the 10th.

Far out. Oh. Oh, all right. Okay.

Just, uh, just slipped the rant under my door.

Serious infraction. Examine your standing.

Thank you. Mister Lebowski,

rant again. Please do call us as soon as you get in,

and I'll send the limo. I hope you're not avoiding this call because

of the rug, which I assure you,

is not a problem. We need your help, and.

Well, we would very much like to see you. Thank you. It's Brant.

We've had some terrible news. Mister Lebowski is in seclusion in the west wing.

Mister Lebowski. Funny. I can look back on a

life of achievement, challenges met, competitors vested,

obstacles overcome. I've accomplished more than

most men and without the use of my legs.

What. What makes a man, Mister Lebowski?

Dude. Huh? I don't

know, sir. Is it being prepared to do the

right thing? Whatever the cost? Isn't that what makes a man?

Sure, that in a pair of testicles. You're joking,

but. Perhaps you're right. You mind if I do it,

Jay. Buddy. Excuse me.

Bunny Lebowski. She is the light of my life.

Are you surprised at my tears, sir? Oh,

fucking hey. Strong men also cry.

Strong men also cry.

I received this fax this morning. As you

can see, it is a ransom note. We have

money. Written by men who are unable to achieve on

a level field of play. $1 million,

unmarked, non consecutive. 20 weekly.

Await instructions. No funny

stuff. Bummer.

Huh? This is a bummer, man.

That's a bummer,

Brad. We'll free the end on the detail. Mister Lebowski is prepared

to make a generous offer to you to act as courier

once we get instructions for the money. What do you mean, man?

He believes the culprits might be the very people who

soiled your rug, and you're in a unique position to confirm

or disconfirm that suspicion. He thinks the carpet business

did this? Well, dude, we just don't know.

Fucking Santana. That creep can

roll Mandy. Yeah, but he's a pervert, dude.

Yeah. No. He's a sex

offender with a record. He did six months of Chino for exposing himself to

an eight year old when he moved to Hollywood. He had

to go door to door to tell everyone he was a pedder ass. What's a

petter ass, Walter? Shut the fuck up, Donnie.

So, how much they give you?

20 grand, Mandev. And, of course, I still get to keep the rug.

Just for making the handle? Yeah. He gave Dude a beeper.

Also, whenever these guys call. What if it's during a game? Oh,

I told them if it was during league play. What's during league play?

Life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of

shit. I figure. What's wrong with Walter, Dude? I figure it's easy money,

you know, it's all pretty harmless. She probably kidnapped herself,

huh? Oh, what do you. What do you mean, dude? Rug peers did not do

this. Look at it. A young trophy wife marries

this guy for his money. She figures he isn't giving her enough.

You know, she owes money all over town.

Fucking. It's all goddamn fake,

man. It's like Lennon said. You look for the person

who will benefit and, you know.

I am the walrus? You know, you'll have. You know

what I'm trying to say. I am the walrus. That's a fucking bitch.

Oh, yeah. I am the walrus? That's ex. Shut the fuck up,

Donny the eyelet. Vladimir Ilyich Uliadoff.

The fuck is he talking about? Fucking exactly what happened. That makes me

fucking sick. Well, what do you care? At Walmart. So rich fucks

this whole fucking thing. I did not watch my buddies die face

down in the muck so that this fucking strumpet, this fucking

whore, waltz around. Nah, man. Well, there is a literal

connection, Walter. Face it, there isn't any connection. You're rolling.

Have it your way. But my point is. My point is, are you ready

to be fucked, man? I see you roll your way to the semis.

Dios me, oma lima me. We're gonna

fuck you up. Yeah, well, you know, that's just,

like, your opinion,

man. Let me tell you something,

panda. You pull any of your crazy shit

with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll stick

it away from you and stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger

till it goes click. Jesus. You said it,

man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.

Eight year olds, dude.

Jesus Christ. Alright, so they cut from this to the dude

listening to the sounds of bowling pins from a specific bit of league

play, while laying on his new rug, when he looks up to a woman and

two Mendez standing above him. Both of the men are wearing, like, these cut off

bib overalls, that, like, really objectify them.

And it's pretty obvious that the woman's in charge because she's in the middle.

Anyway, one of them actually kneels down to punch him straight in

the fucking face and sends the dude into an unconscious, trippy dream sequence where

he is flying over his city until he falls to earth and is swept up

in a CGI bowling ball that is sent down a lane in what

I would refer to as Rollo vision because you were watching from the hole

inside of one of the balls. I mean, really, the poor dude.

Bad. He's just trying to live his life. Life. Somebody comes into his house,

pees on his rug, fucks up his apartment, nearly drowns him in his toilet

because they mistook his identity and that's a horrible

trip. Yeah, yeah. It's just so bad. Everything is so horrible for

him. Before he hits as the bowling ball going into the bowling pins, he wakes

up to his beeper going off, and it is the big Lebowski.

And that leads to our fifth clip. Speaker two called about 80 minutes ago.

They want you to take the money, drive north on the 405. They will call

you on the portable phone with instructions in about 40 minutes. One person

only. They were very clear on that, or I'd go with you. One person only.

What happened to your jaw? Oh, nothing. Here's the

money. And the phone.

Please follow whatever instructions they give. All right.

Her life is in your hands. Don't. Stay. Mister Lebowski

asked me to repeat that. Her life is in your hands. Her life

is in your hands, dude. And report back to us as soon as it's done.

Where the fuck are you going, man? Take the ringer.

The what? The ringer. The ringer,

dude. What the. Have they called yet? What the hell is

this? My dirty undies, Dude. Laundry. The whites.

Walter, I'm sure there's a reason you brought your dirty

undies. That's right, dude. The weight. The ringer cannot look empty.

Walter, what the fuck you thinking, man? You're right, Dude. I got to thinking.

I got to thinking why should we settle for a measly fucking 20 grandd

we? You said you just wanted to come along. My point, dude, is why

should we settle for 20 grand when we can keep the entire million? Am I

wrong? Yes, you're wrong. This isn't a fucking game, man.

No, but it is a game. You said so yourself. She kidnapped herself.

I said I thought. Dude here. Who is this?

Dude, the bag man. Man, where do you want us to go?

Yeah, you know, uh, me and the driver. I'm not handling

the money, driving the car and talking on the phone all by my phone,

dude. Are you fucking this up? Who is that? That is the driver.

I told you. Shit. The fuck's going on?

Walter. What the fuck is going on, man? You fucked it

up. You fucked it up. Her life was in our hands, man.

We're screwed now. We don't get shit. They're gonna kill her.

We're fucked, Walter. Nothing is fucked, dude. Come on.

You're being very undue. They'll call back. Look, she kidnapped.

You see? Nothing's fucked. Her, dude. Nothing is fucked.

There are a bunch. Bunch of fucking amateurs. Walter, will you just shut

the fuck up? Don't say people. I'm doing business here,

man. Your wife. But they're amateurs,

dude. Okay, we proceed. But only if there's no funny

stuff. Yeah, yeah, so no funny stuff,

okay? Just tell me where the fuck you want us to go. That was

the sign, man. So what we're gonna do

is get her to back. No one's in a position to complain.

We keep the back sheath. Terrific, Walter, but you haven't told

me how we're gonna get her back. Where is she? That's the simple part,

dude. We make the handoff, I grab one of them, beat it out of him.

Huh? That's a great plan.

Walter, that's fucking ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It's a swiss fucking

watch. That's right, dude. The beauty of this is its simplicity.

Once a plan gets too complex, everything can go wrong.

Wrong? There's one thing I learned in Nam, dude.

You're coming to a wooden bridge. When you cross the bridge,

you throw the bag from the left window of the moving car.

You're being watched. Fuck. What do you

say? Where's the handoff? There is no fucking handoff, man. At the wooden

bridge, we throw the money out of the car. We throw the money out

of the moving car. We can't do

that, dude. That fucks up. Well, call them up and explain it

to them, Walter, your plan is so fucking simple and people fucking understand it.

That's the beauty of it. Wooden bridge, huh? Throwing the money? Walter,

we're not fucking around, man. Okay, dude, the bridge is coming up. Give me

the ringer, chop chop. Fuck that. Walter, I love you, but sooner or

later you're gonna have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron. Okay, dude.

No time to argue. Hey, man. Walter.

Hey. Walter. There goes the radio.

Okay, dude. You're wheeled 15 mph,

I roll out. I double back. I grab one of them and beat it out

of em. Did you.

Oh, my God. Walter is such a fucking ass hat. Oh, my God.

This could all be over. And Walter just had to have his big ideas.

Well, we find out later that it wouldn't have been all over anyway, but Walter

just makes it worse and distracts from the actual point problem. The end of

this clip culminates in Walter falling out of the side of the car and is

uzi going into a free spin, shooting at an alarming rate while spinning in

every direction. How Walter did not get shot is anyone's guess, but the

car tires are not so lucky, as the car careens out of control

and smashes into a telephone pole. Jesus, that sequence is just absolutely

fucking hilarious. I always. Yeah, it's fucking fucking great.

The dude hops out of the car and runs off, trying to get the kidnappers

attention, screaming, we have it. We have it. We have it about the bag,

when all of their plans turn out to be shit. And by their plans,

I mean Walters, Walter says, fuck it. Let's go bowling,

because, yes, that's his answer for everything. Fuck it. And it cuts to the wireless,

phone ringing incessantly and Walter throwing rocks while

the dude is in a dissociative state, just staring off

into space. Walter sits down, and that sparks up yet

another argument between these two and our 6th clip.

It's high. Am he? Dude, as the x used to say.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What the fuck are we gonna tell

Lebowski? Huh? Oh, him. Uh.

What exactly is the problem? The problem is.

What do you mean, what's the. There was no. We didn't,

uh. They're gonna kill that poor woman, man. The fuck

are you talking about? The poor woman. That poor slut kidnapped

herself. Come on, dude. You said so yourself. Man, I said I thought she kidnapped

herself. You're the one who's so fucking certain. That's right. All right, Dude.

100% certain. Stay close to the next round for the tournament. Donnie,

shut the. When do we play? Saturday, lieutenant. Saturday?

Well, I have to reschedule. Walter, what am I gonna tell Lebowski? I told

that fuck down at the league office. Who's in charge of scheduling? Walter.

Burk. Altar. I told that crowd a fucking thousand times, I don't roll on shabbos.

Walter. They already posted it. Well, they can fucking unpost it. Who gives a

shit? They're gonna kill that poor woman, man. What am I gonna tell Lebowski?

Come on, dude. Eventually she'll get tired of her little game, and, you know,

wander on back. Yeah. Saturday, Walter. I'm Shomar Shabas.

What's that, Walter? Yeah, and in the meantime, what do I tell Lebowski? Saturday,

Donnie, is Shabbos, the jewish day of rust. That means I don't work, I don't

drive a car, I don't fucking ride in a car, I don't handle money,

I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit don't fucking roll.

Sheesh. Jomer Shabbos. Walter. How am

I gonna show more fucking shabbos? Oh, fuck. That's it. I'm out of

here. Oh, come on, Dude. Dude. The dude

storms off, and that is the end of the first third of the film.

Sorry I had to do it that way. I fucking.

Goddamn, Walter. You just. What a prick.

Yeah. And then his whole. I don't do anything. That is such

a fucking. Oh, that's an annoying trait, too. You know, the Chavez thing.

That's an annoying thing. Fuck. You know, he just saw

it one time, and so he adopted it. Well, his wife was

at the time, his ex wife now, but his wife at the time was

jewish and observed and was very stringent in white.

He observed. And since he converted, he basically has

to be Walter. And he can't possibly be wrong. So he has to stay that

way. Because he converted. This is now his faith, is how he is right.

He made a decision, and this is it. He's sticking with it. He's not going

back. It's just annoying. Right. Everything about Walter

is irritating, and he is. If you celebrate Chavez,

that's not annoying. What's annoying is Walter's way of doing it.

You know what I mean? Or observing Chavez. But Walter's

doing is just annoying because Walter is annoying.

Well, he's screaming at everyone about, this is what he has to do in,

like, you know, basically demanding privilege that he already has.

It's already okay. He doesn't have to do it. Yes, the person at the

league probably forgot about it, but Walter's reaction to it is

grossly disproportionate to what is going on, which is what is annoying. Right? Yeah.

Yeah. There you go. That's. That's exactly it. That. You can't just go

and say, hey, man, you know, I recognize Chavez. So I don't. I observe that,

so I can't do any bullying or anything. So if we can change that up.

Nope. It's got to be him getting pissy about it and being very,

you know, performative. And also, let's kind of be frank about while

I kind of don't really feel like he is honest about

things, like, I get the. I get the sensation that

he has a little bit of stolen valor with his talk about Vietnam. And the

reason that I mention that is, I don't know for you personally, Matt, but all

the family members, all of the people that were loved ones or came into my

life that I know of that were actually in Vietnam do not

want to keep talking about it. Like what Walter does. They don't want

to relive it. Yeah. My dad wants it recognized. And he's

proud to be a Vietnam vet. And he wants it recognized for the way they

were treated when they got home. But, yeah, he didn't want to talk

about what happened over there. That's not. That's not a big, big thing for

him to check off. Right. And I have never had any of them proclaim the

deaths of all of their friends and all of that kind of stuff. Even though

they have talked to me about it, they have never proclaimed that. And then just

basically been like, I deserve this because my friends died or.

Yeah, exactly. All the stuff that Walter does. So it's a.

It feels so much like stolen valor. And if it's not,

and he actually is that deeply traumatized, which is something

that could also happen, he has not been seeking help

for it. And he is painting the room with his bullshit with everybody

else and making it their problem, which in turn makes him the

bad guy. In turn, it's. You may be

a victim, but because you never got help and you victimized others,

now you're no longer a victim. Now you're a perpetrator. Yeah. You're a victimizer.

At that point, you are just using your pain as an excuse to continue

hurting other people, which makes him the bad guy is what I'm saying.

So whatever is wrong with Walter, he is pretty much

the villain of the dude's story, more than any of the other characters,

kinda. He definitely makes the dude's life harder. Right. But they

also have this weird codependent pendant thing where they fight like

a married couple because they've been together so long and they are all they have.

And Donnie's like their forgotten child. Right? Donnie.

He is their ignored, abused, forgotten fucking child.

Yes, you are absolutely correct. That's the dynamic of their team. Yeah. Yes.

All right, let's move on before we get to more details into this. Yeah.

Jesus. All right, so the second 3rd starts with Walter and Donnie chasing after

the dude, with Walter gloating about keeping the money and making

fun of the dude for being worried about the money and the poor woman.

And they exit to find that the car is missing, and the wireless

phone starts ringing again. The dude gives up and decides to walk home because

they lost the money and the car. All at once. They cut from this to

the dude talking to the pigs in his home. One of them does his job

by asking him the proper questions, while the other is looking for

something to bust the dude on by going through his ashtray, clearly looking for

pot seeds or stems or anything else like that in. Our 7th clip,

some brown, rust coloration.

And was there anything of value in the car? Oh,

yeah. Tape deck, some credence

tapes, and there was my briefcase.

In the briefcase? Papers.

Just papers?

My papers. Business papers. And what do you do,

sir? I'm unemployed. My rug was also stolen.

Your rug was in the car? No, here.

Separate incidents.

Do you find in much these stolen cars?

Sometimes. Wouldn't hold out much hope for the tape deck, though. Or the credence.

Well, what about the briefcase?

Mitchell Lebowski, I'd like to see you. Call when you get home and I'll send

car for you. My name is Maud Lebowski. I'm the woman who took your rug.

Well, I guess we can close the file on that one.

I'll be with you in a moment, Mister Lebowski.

Does the female form make you uncomfortable, Mister Lebowski?

Is that what this is a picture of? In a sense, yes.

My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal, which bothers some men.

The word itself makes some mental uncomfortable. Vagina. Oh,

yeah? Yes, they don't like hearing it and find it difficult to say, whereas without

batting an eye, a man will refer to his dick or his rod or his.

Johnson. Johnson? All right, Mister Lebowski. Let's get down to cases.

My father told me he agreed to let you have the rod, but as it

was a gift from me to my late mother, it was not his to give.

Now, your face. As for this kidnapping.

Huh? Yes, I know all about it, and I know that you acted as courier.

Let me tell you something. The whole thing stinks to high heaven.

Yeah, right, but. But let me explain something about the rug.

Do you like sex, Mister Lebowski? Excuse me?

Sex. The physical act of love. Coitus. Do you like it? I was

talking about my rug. You're not interested in sex? You mean coitus?

I like it, too. It's a male myth about feminists that we hate sex.

It can be a natural, zesty enterprise. However, there are some people.

It is called caesarasis in men, bomania in women who engage in

it compulsively and without joy. Oh, no. Oh,

yes, mister Lebowski. These unfortunate souls cannot love in

the true sense of the word. Our mutual acquaintance bunny

is one of these. Listen, Maude,

I'm sorry if your stepmother is a nympho, but,

you know, I don't see what this has to do with. You have any kahlua?

Take a look at this, sir. Hmm?

Oh, I know that guy.

He's a nihilist.

Carl Hungus.

Hi. Hello. My new dispatcher says there's something wrong with Dino

Cabo. Yeah, come on in. I'm not really sure exactly what's really wrong

with the cable. That's why they sent me. I'm like, expert. The tv's

in here. You recognize her, of course.

Oh, that's my friend Sherry. She just came over to use a shower.

The story is ludicrous. My honest college.

Be an expert. You must be here to fix the cable.

Lord, you can imagine where it goes from here. He fixes the cable?

Don't be fatuous, Jeffrey. Little matter to me. This woman chose

to pursue a career in pornography. Know that she. She has been banging

Jackie Treehorn, to use the parlance of our times. However,

I am one of the two trustees of the Lebowski foundation, the other being

my father. The foundation takes youngsters from. What? Shit.

Yeah, the achievers. Little Lebowski urban achievers, yes, and proud

we are of all of them. I asked my father about his withdrawal of a

million dollars from the foundation account, and he told me about this abduction.

But I tell you it is preposterous. This compulsive fornicator is taking

my father for the proverbial ride. Yeah, but my. I'm getting to

your rug. My father and I don't get along. He doesn't approve of my lifestyle,

and, needless to say, I don't approve of his. However, I hardly wish to

make my father's embezzlement a police matter, so I'm proposing

that you try to recover the money from the people you delivered it to.

Well, I could do that. If you successfully do so,

I will compensate you to the tune of 10% of

the recovered sum. 100,000, yes,

bones or clams or whatever you call them. Yeah,

but what about my rug? Yes, well, with that you

can buy any number of rugs that don't have sentimental value for me,

and I am sorry about that crack on the job. Oh, that's fine.

That doesn't even. Here's the name and number of a doctor who will look at

it for you. You will receive no bill. He's a good man, and Thorough.

That's thoughtful, but, please see him, Jeffrey. He's a good man and thorough.

Oh, all right. So he says,

my wife's a pain in the ear. She's always busting my friggin agates.

My daughter's married to a jadrul. Loser bastard. I got

a rash so bad on. My ass I can't even sit down. You know

me, I can't complain, man.

I got a rash, man. Fucking a.

I gotta tell you, tone, man, earlier today,

I was really feeling shitty, man. Really down in the dumps.

Lost a little money. You know what? Forget about it,

huh? Forget about it. Yeah, fuck it, man. Can't be worried about

that shit. Life goes on, man. Home sweet home.

Mister L. Hey. Who's your friend

in the volkswagen? Huh? Yeah, he followed us

here. When did he start voting? Whoa.

Fuck. In a limo, you son of a bitch. No argument. Hey.

Hey, careful, man. There's a beverage here, huh?

Start talking, and talk fast, you lousy bum. We've been frantically

trying to reach you, dude. Where is my goddamn money, you bumdhead?

I don't. They did not receive the money, you nitwit. They did not receive the

money. Her life was in your hands. This is our concern,

dude. No, man, nothing is fucked here. Nothing is fucked?

No, man. The goddamn plane has crashed into

the mountain. No, man, come on. Who are you gonna believe those

guys are. We dropped off the damn money.

We? Why? The royal we? You know, the editorial.

I dropped off the money exactly as per. Look, man, I've got certain interests,

information. All right? Certain things have come to light and.

You know, has it ever occurred to you that instead

of, you know, running around,

blaming me, you know, given the nature of all this new shit, you know,

this could be a lot more complex.

I mean, it's not just. It might not be just such a simple.

You know? What in God's holy name are you blathering about?

Well, I'll tell you what I'm blathering about. I've got information,

man. New shit is coming to light. And, shit, man,

she kidnapped herself. Well, sure, man. Look at it.

You know? A young trophy wife, in the parlance of our times,

you know, she owes money all over town,

including to known pornographers. And that's cool.

That's cool. I'm saying she needs money,

man. And, you know, of course they're gonna say they didn't get it?

Because she wants more, man. She's gotta feed the monkey.

I mean. Hasn't that ever occurred to you,

sir? No, Mister Lebowski, it had not occurred to me. That had

not occurred to us, dude. Okay. You know, you guys aren't privy to

all the new shit, so, you know. But, hey, that's what you.

That's what you pay me for. Speaking of which, do you

think that you could give me my 20,000 in cash?

My concern is, and I've got to check with my accountant, but that this

might bump me up into a higher tax grant. Give him the envelope.

Oh, well, you've already got the check made out. That's cool.

We received this this morning. Since you

have failed to achieve, even in the modest task which

was your charge, since you have stolen my money,

since you have unrepentantly betrayed my trust, I have

no choice but to tell these bums to do whatever

is necessary to recover their money from you,

Jeffrey Lebauss. And with Brant as my witness, I will tell you this,

any further harm visited upon bunny. Will be visited tenfold

upon your head. By God, sir, I will not

abide another toe. That wasn't her toe,

dude. Whose toe was it, Walter? Well, fuck should I know?

I do know that nothing about it indicates. The nail polish,

Walter. Fine, Dude. As if it's impossible to get some nail polish,

apply it to someone else. Someone else?

Where the fuck are they gonna tow? I can get you a toe. Believe me,

there are ways, dude. You don't want to know about it. Believe me. Yeah,

but, Walter, hell, I get your toe by 03:00 this afternoon with nail polishers.

They sent us a toe. We're supposed to shit ourselves with fear. Jesus Christ,

Walter. The point is, they're gonna kill her. Walter, and then they're gonna kill me.

Dude. That's. That's just the stress talking, man.

Now, so far, we have what appears to me to be

a series of victimless crimes.

Excuse me, sir. Could you please keep your voices down? This is

a family restaurant. Oh, please, dear. For your information, the supreme

Cort has roundly rejected prior restraint. This is not a first

amendment thing. If you don't calm down, I'm gonna have to ask

you to leave. Lady, I got buddies who died face down

in the muck so that you and I can enjoy this family restaurant. All right,

I'm out of here. Hey, dude, don't go away, man. Come on.

This affects all of us, man. Our basic freedoms.

I'm staying. Finishing my car again. We have Walter

being the abuser, yeah. Not dealing with his pain and

making it everybody else's fucking problem but his. Yeah,

they cut it terrible, Walter. They cut from this to the dude smoking

a roach and taking a relaxing bath. When he finds out his

car has been recovered, his response to this is. Far out,

man. This far out, man. This joy in the message is interrupted by yet

another home invasion. This time it is these ultra KM FDM

looking motherfuckers who throw a ferret in his bath with him and then threaten to

cut off his dick and stomp on it and squish it before they. Man was

just getting high in the back. I mean, really,

I. That scene always pisses me off. All these candles.

That seems like the most relaxing shit ever. Just to have that.

That's traumatizing. They smash some more things on their way

to exit through the door. They leave his private residents, and the

film cuts from this to the impound lot. And our 8th clip,

it was discovered. Last night in Van Nuys lodged against an abutment.

Oh, man. Lodge. Where. You're lucky she didn't get shot, Mister Lebowski.

Oh, man. Must have been a joyride situation. They abandoned

the vehicle once they hit the retaining wall. Oh, my fucking briefcase.

Man. It's not here. Yeah, I saw that on the report. Sorry. You gotta get

in on the other side. The side view was found on

the road by the car. You're lucky

they left the tape deck, though, in the credence. Oh, Jesus.

What's that smell, man? Yeah. It's probably a vagrant

slipped in the car. Maybe just use it as a toilet and moved on.

Hey, man. Are you gonna find these guys or, you know,

I mean. You got any promising leads or.

Leads? Yeah. Sure. I'll just check with the boys down at

the crime lab. They got four more detectives

working on the case. The gutters, working in shifts.

Leads. My only hope is that the big Lebowski

kills me before the Germans can cut my dick off. Now,

that is just ridiculous, dude. No one's going to cut your dick off.

Thank you, Walter. Not if I have anything to say about it. Thank you,

Walter. That makes me feel very secure. It makes me feel very

warm inside this whole fucking thing.

I could be sitting here with just pee stains on my rug. Yeah.

But, no, man, I got fucking Germans. Nothing changes.

Fucking Nazis. They were Nazis, dude?

Oh, come on, Donnie. They were threatening castration. Uh huh. Are we

gonna split hairs here? No. Am I wrong? Well,

man, they were nihilists, man. Huh? They kept saying

they believe in nothing. Niles fuck

me. I mean, say what

you want about the tenets of national socialism, dude. At least it's

an ethos. And also, let's not forget. Let's not forget,

dude, that keeping wildlife, an amphibious rodent,

for, you know, domestic. Within the

city. That he legal, either. What are you,

a fucking park ranger now? No, I'm just trying to

give a. Shit about the fucking marmot. We are

sympathizing here, dude. Fuck sympathy. I don't need your fucking

sympathy, man. I need my fucking Johnson.

What do you need that for? You have got to buck up, man.

You cannot drag this negative energy into the tournament. Fuck the

tournament. Fuck you, Walter. Fuck the tournament?

Okay, Dude. I can see you don't want to be challenged. Geared up here.

Come on, Donnie. Let's go get us a lane.

Another Caucasian, Gary. Right, Dude.

Friends like these, huh, Gary? That's right, dude.

You got a good sarsaparilla? Sioux city sarsaparilla?

Yeah. It's a good one. How you doing there,

dude? Not too good, man. One of those days.

Yeah. Well, a wiser fellow than

myself once said, sometimes you eat the bar, and what

you bite, sometimes the bar will eat you.

Some kind of eastern thing? Far from it.

I like your style, dude. Well,

I dig your style, too, man. Got a whole cowboy thing going.

Thank you. Just one thing, dude. What's that?

You have to use so many cuss words. The fuck you

talking about? Okay, dude. Have it your

way. Take her easy,

dude. Yeah. Thanks, man.

Call for you, dude.

Hello? Jeffrey, you have not gone to the doctor. Oh.

Oh, yeah. No. No. I haven't had. I'd like to see you immediately.

Oh? So you're Lebowski. Yeah.

Marty's told me all about you. She'll be back in a minute. Sit down.

Do you want a drink? Yeah, sure. White Russian. The bar's over there.

So what do you do, Lebowski? Who the fuck are

you, man? Just a friend of Marty's. Yeah, the friend with a cleft

asshole?

What do you do? Oh, nothing much.

Hello, Jeffrey. Hello. Yeah, how are you?

Um, listen, Maude. I gotta tender

my resignation or whatever, because looks

like your mother really was kidnapped after all. She most

certainly was not. Hey, man, why don't you fucking.

Listen occasionally? You might learn something.

Now, I got. Please don't call her my mother.

She's most definitely the perpetrator and not the victim. I'm telling

you, I got pretty definitive evidence. From who? From the main guy,

Uli. Uli Konko? Her co star in the Beaver picture?

Be. You mean vagina I mean, you know the guy? I might

have introduced him for all I know. You remember Uli.

He's a musician. Used to have a group, Artobon.

Look at my lp's. They released one album in the late seventies.

The music is sort of a techno pump. So he's pretending

to be the abductor? Well, yeah. Look, Jeffrey,

you don't really kidnap someone you're acquainted with. The whole idea is

that the hostage can't be able to identify you after you've let them go.

I know that.

The fuck is with this guy? Who is he? Knox Harrington.

The video artist. So oolihandhe has

the money? Well, uh, no,

not exactly. Uh, this is a very complicated case, Maude. You know,

a lot of inns, a lot of outs, a lot of what have yous,

and, uh, a lot of, uh, strands to keep in my head, man.

You know, a lot of strands in old Duder's head. Well, if Uli doesn't have

it, then who does? Is Sandra about to be an alley?

Look, I have to take this. Do you still have that doctor's number?

Oh, no, really? It's not even bruised anymore. Oh, please,

Jeffrey. I don't want to be responsible for any delayed apps after effects teammate

Sandro. See, after effects.

The future professor Lupin playing the absolute most annoying fucking

character that you want to punch the face of immediately upon meeting him, Rex Harrington.

Oh, fuck. Just someone give me a silver bullet, I'll kill this fucking werewolf.

No problem. Oh, that motherfucker. Oh,

God, yes. Just fucking terrible.

I could tell you stories of dudes like that that have gotten me to fucking

beat on them because that's what they wanted. Great actor to get

us to add emotion, you know what I mean? Yeah. He is so fucking good

at what he does. He truly is. He is a master of his craft.

After this clip, we see the dude at the doctor's appointment set up by Maude.

And it is obvious he is there for a sexual health examination.

As he is asked to drop his shorts. It cuts from this

to the dude smoking a j and rocking out to some credence when he notices

he is being followed by that fucking blue punch bug. Again. He is

so distracted by this guy, he fucks up throwing his joint out the window.

That sets a crotch fire on himself. Oh, I did that with a cigarette

once. That sucks. That sets a crotch fire.

That has the dude, Kareen into yet another telephone pole,

crashing his car. He then tries to slide out of his car,

and then he notices the homework of one Larry Sellers who must have been

the punk who took his car for a joyride. The film transitions from this

to the landlord of the dude performing his dance cycle we heard about earlier

at the most empty theater I've probably ever seen with

only the dude and Donnie in attendance. And then like maybe two or three

other people that were probably asked to be there and make notes.

Yeah. Walter finally walks in to relieve us of this horrible

dance with some expository dialogue and our. He lives in

north Hollywood on Radford, near the in n out burger. Oh, the in

n out burger's on. Camera near the in n out burger. Those are good burgers.

Walter shut the fuck up, Donny. The kid is a 9th grade dude

and his father is. Are you ready for this? His father is Arthur

Digbye Sellers. Who the fuck is that?

Huh? Who the fuck is Arthur Digby Sellers?

Have you ever heard of a little. Show called branded, dude? Yeah.

Yes, I know all but one. Me and died there. Again. I know the

fucking show. Walter. So what? Fucking Arthur Digby Sellers wrote

156 episodes, dude. Huh. Bulk of the series.

Not exactly a lightweight. No. And yet his son

is a fucking dunce.

Anyway, we'll go there after the. What have you embraced? The kid

should be a pushover. We'll be near the in and out person. Shut the fuck

up, Donny. We'll go out there, we'll brace the kid. He should be

a pushover. We'll get that fucking million dollars back,

if he hasn't spent it already. Million fucking clams.

And yes, we'll be near the in n out.

Some burgers, some beers, a few laughs.

Our fucking troubles are over, dude.

Oh, fuck me, man. That kid's already

spent all the money, man. Knew that. Hardly, dude.

I'd say he still has 900,

6970 thousand dollars left, depending on the options.

Wait in the car, Donnie. Pilar?

My name is Walter Sobchak. This is my associate Jeffrey Lebowski.

We came to to talk about little Larry. May we come in? Yeah.

Yes, thank you. That's him,

dude. And a good day to you, sir.

Sit down, please. Larry, sweetie, the man

is here. Is he. Does he still.

Right? Oh, no, no. He has health problems.

Uh huh. Uh, sir, I just want to say that we're

both, on a personal level, really enormous fans.

Brandon, especially the early episodes, was truly

a source of inspiration. Sweetie, sit down. This man

is the police. Oh no, ma'am. We didn't want to give the impression that we

were police exactly. We're hoping it won't be necessary to call the police.

But that's up to little Larry here. Isn't it, Larry?

Is this your homework, Larry? Is this your homework,

Larry, man? Dude, please. Is this your homework, Larry?

Just ask him about the car, man. Is this yours, Larry? Is this your homework,

Larry? Is it your car out front? Is this your homework, Larry? We know it's

his fucking homework. Where's the fucking money? A little brat.

Look, Larry. Have you ever heard of Vietnam? You're entering a world of pain,

son. We know that this is your homework. We know that you stole a car.

And the fucking money. And the fucking money. And we know that this is your

homework. Cut your dick off, Larry. You're killing your father, Larry.

All right. This is pointless.

Okay, it's time for plan B.

You might want to watch out that front window, Larry.

Son, this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass.

Language problem here with this, Walter proceeds to show Larry what

happens when one does, in fact, fuck a stranger in the ass. Or in the

edited version, meet a stranger in the alps. Yeah. Yeah. He does this

by busting up the brand new fucking hot rod Corvette that's right there.

Which, by the way, is probably the ugliest of years of. Corvette was the

mid to late nineties that we see here. Yes, they were

gross, so it doesn't feel that bad to watch. It gets smashed up anyway until

the actual owner of the fucking Corvette shows up to steal the bat from

Walter before smashing up what is left of the dude's car, much to Donnie's personal

terror. While it happens, Steve Buscemi is acting in that sequence

where he's in the car and reacting to what is happening and like, Walter smashing

shit and freaking out everything. It just is. It's terrific. It's a highlight of

that fucking scene. I highly recommend paying attention to him for that.

Yeah, it's good shit. This all ends with a cutscene of the boys riding back

with some in n outlande out burger when the car is very much smashed up

and there's glass kind of flying in and they're just all just kind of eating,

staring through a broken window. The dude's very fucking pissed off about all this.

And then it cuts to a shot of the dude nailing a board to his

beautiful hardwood floor and most definitely losing whatever security deposit

he had to put down to get the place in our 10th.

I accept your apology. No, I just. I just

want to handle it by myself from now on to.

No, no, no. That has nothing to do with

it. Yes, the car made it home. You're calling me at home.

No, Walter, it did not look like Larry was about to

crack. Well, that's your perception. You know,

Walter, you're right. There is an unspoken message

here. It's fuck you. Leave me the fuck alone.

Yeah, I'll be in practice. Pin your diapers on,

Dothowski. Jackie Treehorn wants to see you. Jackie Treehorn knows

which Lebowski you are, Lebowski. Jackie Treehorn wants to see the

deadbeat Lebowski. You're not dealing morons here. Hello,

dude. Thanks for coming. I'm Jackie Trehorn.

Quite a pad you got here, man. Completely unsquiled.

What's your drink, Dude? White Russian. Thanks. White Russian.

How's the smut business, janky? I wouldn't know, dude.

Ideal in publishing, entertainment,

political advocacy. Which one's log jamming?

Yes, regrettably, it's true. Standards have fallen in adult entertainment.

It's video, dude. Now that we're competing with those amateurs, we can't afford to invest.

Little extras, like story, production value,

feelings. Help people forget that the brain is the

biggest erogenous zone. Well, you may be. Of course,

you have to take the good with the bad. New Testament technology permits us to

do very exciting things in interactive erotic software.

Wave of the future, dude. 100% electronic.

Well, I still jerk off manually. Of course

you do. I can see you're anxious for me to get to the point.

Well, here it is, dude. Where's Bunny? Well, I thought you might know that,

man. Why would I? She only ran off to get away from that rather

sizable debt to me. Well, she didn't run off. She'd been,

um. I've heard that kidnapping. So save it. I know you're mixed up in this,

dude, and I don't care what you're trying to get from the husband.

That's your business. All I'm saying is. I want mine.

Yeah, all right, man. I mean, you know, there are a lot of facets to

this, a lot of interested parties. Excuse me. Yeah,

yeah. What is that?

Excuse me. Forgive me.

No problem. Blemo, man. So if

I can't find your money,

what's in it for the dude? Of course, there's that to discuss at a refill.

Here's a poke. Shit in the woods. 10% finance. Is that

all right? Okay. Done, Jackie.

I dig the way you do business, man. Your money is being held by a

kid named Larry Sellers. He lives in North Hollywood,

on Radford. Buy the in n out burger.

Fucking brat. But I'm sure your goons can get it off if I mean,

he's 15.

Punk and social studies.

So if you could just write me a check for

my 10% of half a million.

Five grand. I'll go out and mingle.

Makes a hell of a caucasian Yankee.

15 year old kid. Kid. This some

sort of a joke? Joke? Joke? No, no joke.

Funny stuff, Jackie. The kid's got it right,

fellas. The kid just wanted a cardinal.

All the dude ever wanted was his rug back greeting.

Really hide

the room together. I love how they drive the point home

there right before the dude passes out, that he absolutely just really

wanted his rug. And that's. He didn't want any of this. There's none of his

fault. And he just keeps getting deeper and deeper in trouble. That rug really tied

the room together. What do you want? During the clip, the dude puts a chair

between the board he nailed to the floor and the door underneath the doorknob.

Effort to fortify it. When the door is opened by the

thugs, it shows that this was a waste of time because the door swings out

and it was completely stupid. And that is a great fucking bit.

That is. It's fucking awesome. Also, the introduction of Jackie

Treehorn walking away from a hedonistic sex party makes me think

that the amount of penicillin that lifestyle would require would. Let's.

Who's kidding? It would still be worth it. Oh, yeah. I mean. But did that.

It's going to be. I mean, holy shit. You're going to have to mainline penicillin.

The dude clocks the notes Chucky treehorn is making during that call that

was happening during the clip, but he was just drawing a dick. But the dude

still takes the rubbing that shows the dick for whatever reason.

I don't know. I don't know what that it's about. And then at the end

of the clip, the dude passes out, which starts another hallucinatory sequence,

which is set to just dropped in to see what condition my condition

is in. And it's mostly the dude subconscious processing everything

he has been going through with him. Dressed as Carl Jungus, doing a dance routine

to seduce Maude, who is dressed as a valkyrie, I think.

With. He's seducing her. Yes, she is. Yeah. With he's seducing

her woman. He's seducing her with the use of bowling

and teaching her how to bowl before he is then chased by the

german guys dressed as the noid. If anybody remembers Domino's

from the nineties classic, who all

have scissors and are going to cut off his johnson and make good on their

threat, this ends with the dude hallucinating things like cardinal

headlights and then hearing things like police sirens before

we exit. His hallucination in the back of a police car.

And our 11th charge was true.

And they say he ran away.

Is this your only id? Know my rights, man.

You don't owe shit, Labasca. I want a fucking law lawyer,

man. I want Bill counselor man,

or Ron Koobi.

Mister Treehorn tells us that he had to eject you from

his garden party, that you were drunk and abusive.

Mister Treehorn treats objects like

women, man. Mister Trehorn draws a lot of water in this

town. You don't draw shit, Labelski. Now we got a nice,

quiet little beach community here, and I aim to keep it nice and quiet.

I. 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 you jerk off behavior, and I don't like you,

jerk off. Do I make myself

clear? I'm sorry. I wasn't listening.

Ow. Fucking fascist.

Stay out of Malibu, Lebowski. Stay out

of Malibu, deadbeat. Keep your ugly fucking gold

bricking ass out of my beach community.

Funny thing about this movie is there are terms that multiple

characters use that I've never heard people use in normal life. Like referring to

someone as a gold digger, as a gold bricker. Yeah, but multiple characters

do it. I think they were creating specific slang terms to

sort of set this movie off into its own universe, especially in the nineties.

I didn't really hear that term being used, but both

Walter and that cop use it. But they're both like kind of

fascist douchebags, so it's okay. Like in sons

of bitches. All right, that clip is

the end of our two thirds mark of the film, by the way, so we

are two thirds of the way there. We're almost done. We're all right.

18 plus minutes in. Good stuff, too.

It's a classic, obviously. Yeah, it is by far my favorite

Coen brothers film. I'm gonna say that. Yeah. Right off the bat. Yeah, definitely.

All right, well, if you got nothing else to add, we can just go.

I mean, I'm trying to think of anything else to say, but, I mean,

yeah, we kind of. We've been talking a lot about this movie anyway, so.

All right, so the run to the end picks up with the dude in a

cab ride where the Eagles are playing, and the dude complains about the eagles and

asks the cab driver to shut it off. When he does so, the cab driver

drags him out of the cab, making good on his threat to do so,

and leave him by the side of the road, once again making good on his

threat to do so. And yeah, he does it just in time,

as we see Bunny Lebowski go speeding

by him in her car where she has all

ten toast. She's not missing one at all. The dude arrives home to find the

whole place trashed as people are looking for the money

still in his house. It was obvious Jackie Treehorn drugged him and dragged

him out of his house so they could search his house proper for the money.

That's what happened. He trips, walking into his place on the board he

nailed there for defense because he never pulled it back up, even though it was

useless, because he is that lazy of a man.

And when he rolls over to look up, Maude is standing there and

drops her robe at the start of our 12th clip. Jeffrey on

love me.

That's my robe. Tell me about yourself,

Jeffrey. Well, not much to tell.

I, um. I was one of the

authors of the Port Huron statement.

The original Port Huron statement. Uh huh. Not the

compromise. Second draft.

And then I. You ever hear of the Seattle

seven? That was me. And there

were six other guys. And then

music business, briefly. Oh, yeah. Well,

Rhodey from Italica. Who? Speed of sound tour.

Bunch of assholes.

And then, you know, a little of this, a little of that.

My career's slowed down a little lately.

What do you do for the recreation?

The usual. Bowl, drive around.

The occasional acid flashback.

Ow. What happened to your

house? Oh, Jackie Treehorn trashed the place.

You thought I had your father's money? He got

me out of the way while he looked for it. Cocktail? No,

thanks. It's not my father's money. It's the foundation's.

Why did he think you have it? Who does?

Oh, Larry Sellers, this high school kid. Real fucking

brat. You know, this is a very complicated

case, mom. Lot of ins, lot of outs.

You know, fortunately, I'm adhering to a pretty strict,

drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, Lindbergh.

And I'm very fucking close to your father's money.

I keep telling you, it's the foundation's money. Father doesn't have any.

What are you talking about? He's fucking loaded. No,

no, the wealth was all mothers. Oh, you run

stuff? We did let him run one of the companies briefly,

but he didn't do very well at it. Oh, he's, you know. No, he helps

administer the charities now and I give him a reasonable allowance.

He has no money of his own. I know how he likes to present himself.

Father's weakness as vanity. Hence, the slut.

Uh, do you think he, uh.

Was that yoga? It increases the chances of conception.

Increases? Well, yes. What did you think this is all

about? Fun and games? I want a child.

Okay, yeah, okay, but let me. Let me explain something about

the dude. Look, Jeffrey, I don't want a partner.

In fact, I don't want the father to be someone I have to see socially

or who have any interest in raising the child himself.

Oh, so that doctor.

Exactly. Now,

what happened to your face? Did Jackie Treehorn do

that as well? No, it was

the chief of police of Malibu. Real reactionary. So,

your father.

Oh, yeah, I get it. Yeah. Yeah. What? Oh,

man, my thinking about this case had become very uptight.

Yeah, you're fine. I. Father?

Jeffrey, what are you talking about?

Jeffrey. Walter, if you're there, pick up the fucking phone,

man. Come on, Walter. Pick it up,

man. This is an emergency. Come on, enough, dude. Yeah, listen,

Walter, I'm at my place. I need you to come pick me up. I can't

drive, dude. It's Arab Shabbos. What? Arab Shabbos. What?

Arif Shabbos. I can't drive, man. I'm not even supposed

to pick up the. This is a fucking emergency.

I understand. That's why I picked up the phone. Walter,

you fuck, we gotta go to Pasadena, man. Come pick me up or

I'm off the fucking bowling team.

Get out of that fucking car, man.

Get out of that fucking car. Get the fuck

out of the car, man. Get out

of the car. Who the fuck are you,

man? Relax, man.

No physical harm intended. Who the fuck are you? Why are you following

me around? Come on, fuckhead. Relax, man. I'm a brother Sheamus.

Brother Seamus? Like an irish monk?

What the fuck are you talking about? My name is Defino. I'm a private

snoop, like you, man. What?

A dick, Mandev. Now let me tell you something.

I dig your work. Playing one side against the other. In bed with

everybody. Fabulous stuff, man. I'm not.

Fuck it, man. Just stay away from my fucking lady friend. Hey, hey,

I'm not messing with your special lady. She's not my special lady.

She's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive,

man. Hey, man, I'm not. Who are you working for?

Lebowski? Huh? Jackie Treehorn?

The Knutsons.

Who the fuck are the Knutsons? The Knutsons.

It's a wandering daughter job?

Bunny Lebowski, man. Her real name is

Fawn Knudsen. Her parents want her back. See?

Jesus fucking Christ. Crazy ran away

about a year ago, and the Knutsons told me I should show

her this. My father. It's the family farm. It's outside of

Moorhead, Minnesota. They think it'll make her home safe. Oh,

boy. How you gonna keep them down on the farm once they've seen Carl hungus?

She's been kidnapped? The female, man. Oh, I don't know.

Maybe not, but she's definitely not around. Hey,

maybe you and me could pool our resources. Trade information.

Professional courtesy. Compeers. You know what I mean?

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Fuck off to Finfino. And stay

away from my special. From my fucking lady friend,

man. Every actor that shows up in this has basically

been handpicked for their specific role and are perfect for it.

Specifically, that other private investigator that's trying to find fawn

knuds. Which is weird, because if your name is Bunny

as a porn star, why wouldn't you just keep your normal name and just go

as Fawn? Yeah, right. You would think that

would be smart. Whatever. Well, at the end of

clip, we see the Germans ordering pancakes, and the female with

them is missing a pinky toe. So we know what happened there.

They cut from this to the dude laying down the facts of the case in

our 13th clip. I mean, we totally fucked it up,

man. We fucked up this payoff. We got the kidnappers all pissed off at us,

and Lebowski, you know, he yelled at me a lot, but he didn't do anything,

huh? Well, sometimes it's a cathartic. No, no,

I'm saying that if he knows I'm a fuck up, why does he leave me

in charge of getting his wife back? Because he doesn't

fucking want her back, man. He's had enough.

He no longer digs her. It's all a show. Okay, but then

why doesn't he give a shit about his million bucks? I mean,

he knows we never handed off his briefcase, but he never asked for

it back. The million bucks was never in the

briefcase. The briefcase was fucking empty,

man. The asshole was hoping that they would kill her.

You threw out a ringer for a ringer. Okay,

but how does all this add up to an emergency? Huh?

I'm saying I see what you're getting at, dude. He kept

the money. My point is, here we are,

it's shabbos, the Sabbath, which I'm allowed to break only

if it's a matter of life. Or death will you come off at. Walter?

You're not even fucking jewish, man. What the fuck are you talking

about? You're fucking Polish Catholic. What the fuck are you talking about? I converted

when I married Cynthia. Come on, dude. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know

this. Yeah, and five fucking years ago, you were divorced.

So what are you saying? When you get divorced, you turn in your library card?

You get a new license? You stop being jewish? This is the drama.

She was fucking tub. Yo, man, you know, it's all

a part of your sick Cynthia thing, man.

Taking care of her fucking dog. Going to her fucking synagogue.

You're living in the fucking past. 3000 years of beautiful tradition,

from Moses to Sandy Koufax, you're goddamn right I'm living in the fucking

past. Jesus.

What the hell happened?

Where was she? Mandev. Visiting friends of hers in Palm Springs. She just picked

up and left. Never bothered to tell us. Well, I guess the fucking nihilist

knew where she was. Jesus, dude. She never even kidnapped herself. Who is

this gentleman, dude? Who am I? I'm a fucking veteran,

that's who I am. You shouldn't go in there, dude. He's very angry.

Man. No. He's back,

no thanks to you. Where's the fucking money,

Lebowski? Bucks from fucking needy little urban achievers.

You are scum, man. Who the hell is he? Who am I?

Who am I? I'm God. It's gonna kick your phony go brick and ass.

That's why we know the briefcase was fucking empty. We know you

kept the million bucks for yourself. You have your story, I have mine. I say

I entrusted the money to you, and you stole it.

As if we would ever dream of taking your bullshit money.

You thought that bunny had been kidnapped, and you were fucked.

Glad, man. You could use it as an excuse to make some money disappear.

All you needed was a SAP to pin it on. You just met me.

You. You human paraquat. You figured,

oh, here's a loser, you know, uh, a deadbeat.

Somebody the square community won't give a shit about. Well, aren't you?

Well, yeah, but you. Get out, both of you.

Look at that fucking phony, dude. Pretending to be a fucking millionaire.

Out of this house now, you bums. Let me tell you something

else. I've seen a lot of spinals, dude, and this guy's a fake.

A fucking gold breaker. Stay away from me, mister.

This guy fucking walks. I've never been more certain of anything in my

life. You stay away from me. Walter.

Come on.

Put him down, man. Yeah, put him down. Dude.

Come on, man. Help me put him back in his chair. I would feel sorry

for the big Lebowski, but I doubt he even fought in the war. Everything that

this dude claims about he is pretty much lying about everything, is what I'm thinking,

because he's literally just all about his ego and his pride and

is pretending to be a millionaire. So I'm sure he's pretending all the valor he's

stealing as well, I'm sure. Yeah. I also love Walter's feigned

outrage over the idea that they would possibly ever consider stealing his money, which is

exactly what Walter was planning to do, but he's outraged that anyone would think

that he would do that. Yeah, well, it was like, how dare you accuse

me of the very thing I was trying to do. The film dissolves from this

sequence when they go to pick him up and put him back in his chair,

to Donnie, who does not get a strike for once and is really

thrown off by it and looks kind of really dour, as Walter

wax us on and on about war in our 14th clip.

I mean, I was a foot soldier, whereas this thing should,

you know, should be a piece of cake. I mean, I had an m 16

jacko out of neighborhood's fucking tank. Me and Charlie,

eyeball to eyeball. Yeah. That's fucking combat.

The man in the black pajamas, dude. Worthy fucking adversary.

Who's in pajamas? Shut the fuck up, Donny. Whereas, what we have here,

a bunch of fig eaters wearing towels on their head, trying to find reverse on

a soviet tank. This. This is not a worthy. Hey,

sir. What's this day of rest shit? What's this bullshit?

I don't know. I fucking care. It don't matter to Jesus.

But you not fooling me, man. You might fool a fox in

the league office, but you don't fool Jesus.

His bush league psycho stuff. Laughable,

man. I would have fucked you in the

ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next

Wednesday instead. Woo. You got a dead Wednesday,

baby. He's cracking. Concept of

Asia. I mean, many learned men have disputed this, but in the 14th

century, the rombom, he like.

Well, they finally did it. They killed my fucking car.

We want some money, Lebowski.

Yeah. Otherwise, we kill the girl. Yeah. It seems you

have forgotten our little deal, Lebowski. You don't have the

fucking girl, dipshit. We know you never did.

These are nazis. No, Donnie. These men are nihilists. There's nothing

to be afraid of. We don't care. We still want the money.

La Fox girl. We fuck you up. Fuck you.

Fuck the three of you. No, without a hostage,

there is no ransom. That's what ransom is.

Those are the fucking rules. His girlfriend gave up

her toll. She thought that we've been getting million dollars.

It's not fair. Fair? Who's the fucking nihilist

around here? You bunch of fucking crybabies. So cool at Walter. Hey,

look, pal. There never was any money. The big Lebowski

gave me an empty briefcase, so take it up with him, man.

And I would like my undies, babe. Are these guys gonna

hurt us, Walter? No, Donnie. These men are cowards.

Okay. So we take some money you have won. You.

We call you deeper. Fuck you.

Hey, no, come on, Walter. Come on. We're ending this thing cheap, man.

No. What's mine is mine. Come on, Walter. No. Punish.

All right. All right. I got

$4. Almost five. I got $18.

What? Mine is mine. We fuck you up, man. We takes

the money. Come and get it.

We fucked you up. Show me what you got,

nihilist. I fucked you. Walter, come on. He's got a sort

of thing with. A nine toed woman. Fuck you.

Fuck you. At the end of the clip,

Walter steps up and fucks up two of the nihilists right off the bat,

then beats the third one with their boombox before seeing that

Donnie is on his back and clearly having a heart attack. The film pans

out and fades to black before cutting to our 15th.

Clip bereaved,

Francis Donnelly. Pleased to meet you. Jeff Lebowski.

Alter subject, actually, is.

Excuse me. Yes? I understand you're

taking away the remains. Yeah. We have the urn.

I assume this is credit card. Yeah.

What's this? That's for the urn. Don't need it. We're scattering the ashes.

Yes, so we were informed. However, we must, of course,

transmit the remains to you in a receptor.

It's $180. It is our most modestly

priced receptacle. Hundred,

$80. They range up to 3000.

Uh, we're, uh. Can't we just rent it from you? You know?

So this is a mortuary, not a rental house. We're scattering

the fucking ashes. But just because we're bereaved doesn't make.

Sir, knowing your voices, man, don't you have, you know,

something else we can put him in? You know, that is almost

modestly priced receptive. God damn it. Is there a

Ralph around here? Donnie was a good bowler and

a good man. He was. He was one of us. He was a man

who loved the outdoors in bowling. And as a surfer, he explored

the beaches of southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo

and up to pismo. He died. He died as so many young

men of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom, Lord,

you took him. As you took so many bright, flowering young men in Que

sand, at Londoc, at Hill 364.

These young men gave their lives. So Donnie. Donnie, who loved

bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabazzas,

in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well

have been, we commit your final mortal remains to

the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you love so well.

Good night, sweet prince.

Oh, shit, dude, I'm sorry.

Goddamn win. God damn it, Walter. You fucking asshole.

Dude, I'm sorry. Fucking travesty with you, man.

I'm sorry. It was an accident. What was that shit about Vietnam?

Does anything have to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?

Dude, I'm sorry. Fucking.

Fuck, Walter. Come on, dude.

Hey, fuck it, man. Let's go bowling.

The call to go bowling is met at their special alley as we

get more pornographic alley shots for a beautiful sequence that

ends with our final clip. Two old sodas, Gary.

Right. Good luck tomorrow. Yeah, thanks, Mandy. Hey, man.

Sorry to hear about Donnie. Oh, yeah. Well,

you know, sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes,

you know. Hey, man. How do

you do, Dude? I wonder if I'd see you again. I wouldn't miss the

semis. How's things been going? You know,

strikes and gutters, ups and downs. Sure. I got you.

Yeah. Thanks, Gary.

Well, take care, man. Gotta get back. Sure. Take it

easy, dude. Oh, yeah. I know that you will.

Yeah, well, the dude abides.

The dude abides. I don't know

about you, but I take comfort in that.

It's good knowing he's out there, the dude,

taking her easy for all us sinners.

Shush. I sure hope he makes the finals.

Well, that about does her. Wraps her all up.

Things seemed to have worked out pretty good for the dude and Walter.

And it was a pretty good story, don't you think?

Made me laugh to beat the bandaid parts.

Anyway. I didn't like seeing Donnie

go. But then I happen

to know that there's a little Lebowski on the way.

I guess that's the way the whole darned human comedy keeps

perpetuating itself down through the

generations. Westward the wagons,

across the sands of time until we.

Oh, look at me. I'm rambling again.

Well, I hope you folks enjoyed yourselves. Get you

later on down the trail. Say,

friend, get any more of that good sass? Perila and with that,

we roll credit. Cinema silence 1010

years. Ten years. Oh, man. Sam Elliott Bookending.

I always kind of thought he was either, like, the spirit of the west

or sort of like the touchstone. Yeah, maybe like,

you could look at him as a God. He's more like the zeitgeist of the

time. Like, people recognizing, like, what is the

person that is meant to be for that particular era.

And for the nineties, the slacker was prime time.

Like, being a slacker in the nineties was perfection because it was

so much easier to do it then because a minimum

wage job actually went a lot further. And then also, if you had

ways of scraping cash together and things like that, things were a

lot more lenient and relatively more affordable just about everywhere at

the time. And just being a kid and being a slacker in the

nineties, when you didn't even have to worry about paying rent and things was even

fucking better, I had personal experience. That was the bomb.

Yeah. Being an underachieving slacker in the nineties was the shit. It was the most

comfortable and wonderful your life would ever get. That's what everybody wanted.

Yeah. It was the ideal. So I always kind of looked at Sam Elliott as,

like, the spirit of the west or like, the zeitgeist of the Americas spirit,

like, realizing what it is that is the perfect man for the times and

just being fascinated by the story that proves that he is like

the everyman. It's like the Homer's odyssey for the stoner. Loser is what

big Lebowski hunt essentially is, and it's perfect.

Yeah. I mean, it's just awesome. Yeah. Sam Elliot's just fucking

almost too good. I mean, again, that voice of his.

Jesus. Yeah. Yeah. Save some sexy for the rest of us, you dirty fucker.

Yeah, right. How about, God save some pussy for the rest of us,

man? All right. With that, I think we should probably move the

fuck on to my story time for the week. What do you. Yeah. All right,

so let's do it. Up next on the pirate radio edit and playing under ethos

right now is the sons of the pioneers with tumbling tumbleweeds.

When we come back, we'll have our story time.

Weird, Ken, it did happen. Okay. Millicent's been calling. You've been

getting calls from Millicent? Yes. I have not answered any of them.

And she does know that you're taking a right. Yeah. I'm a married

man, and I don't go messing around with married women. Yeah, that's really bizarre.

That ain't my scene. But they're not. I mean, I haven't. She doesn't leave voicemails.

Okay, so just calls. How do you know it's Millicent? Is it, like,

her phone number? Her cell phone number? Why do you have the Chenille's

private lines? I don't know. Dad gave me a contact card

of anywhere I could get ahold with him at any time. I got that,

too. But it was all like. Like, you know, routed through the

same Sandy Shores number that we contact Shamir at.

No, his was all personal contact numbers. Okay,

now Dan's just getting a little. Creepy, is he not? And Millicent,

too. Yeah, Millicent start to. Okay, if Shamir doesn't know about

this, maybe before we take it too much further to bogus fakes

and fraud. Yeah, before we go any further with taking it to them, maybe we

should just have a sit down with Shamir, you know, like, you know, without the

litigation involved. Maybe just kind of arrange a meeting with

litigation. I believe so. Shamir, I mean,

let's face it. I mean, just between, like, you and me and everybody else that

listens to this podcast. Yeah, Shamir's a businessman. That's true.

He has all that new Agey stuff that he likes to sprout off to help

people, you know, quote unquote heal. But when it comes down to it, Shamir's a

businessman, and he's got business logic. And he knows either way, we're going to be

sending clientele to him. Yeah, exactly.

It took me a little bit to find the song that sounded the most

like the version that we hear in the film. I think they did something else

to it to make it sound a little bit even more old timey than the

recording that I found. But, yeah, as close as I could get it.

Spent a goodly amount of time this morning while really, really sleepy and

a little stoned over trying to find that. I gotta admit how you

should be most sound. Well, let's take

care of that so I can get in my next story time.

Story time.

Story time. All right. I just took a big hit

and then breathed out and. Holy fuck. There you go, Matt. Are you happy?

Yeah. Breathe in. Breathe out.

My lawyers are advising me to state once again that this is hemp

derived farm bill, legal, federally legal stuff that

I am getting high with. Thank you very much. Of course it is. I just

finally found something that is, you know, the right strength for me. So there we

go. My story time for the big Lebowski. I actually have

a couple of them, but the most important two

of them. I'm going to come and do both of them here, because they'll both

be pretty quick, and I think it'll equal out our normal length of time that

we do this in, because we usually go a little bit on story times.

Yeah. Up first. The very first time that I saw the big Lebowski,

my mom and dad had decided to rent it, because it was a new release,

and they were familiar with the other Coen brothers

movies. And I believe the marketing at the time on the videotape had basically said,

like, from the people that brought you yada yada. And my parents both liked

that movie, the yada yada. So they decided to watch this, whatever that Coen

brothers movie was. And I remember seeing some advertisements

for it, and being like, mom, dad, I can't wait to watch this. I'm super

excited. I love the Coen brothers too, but this movie, it looks really weird.

And I was like, I don't know if you guys are gonna like it.

And my mom and dad were like, well, why not? We like yada yada.

Why wouldn't we like this? I was like, because these filmmakers change with

every movie and get a little weirder every time. I was like, all the time.

Yeah. I was like, you like yada yada, but you didn't like Yitty Yidda,

which is the other movie that they did right after that. And I was

like, this is probably gonna be more like that. And they were like, no,

no. I think it'll be fine. Well, anyway, we start the film,

and the first hallucination sequence comes up, and my dad

kind of chuckles about it and doesn't think anything of it because he got knocked

out, right? It's just a dream. Whatever. No big deal, right? He's getting

high in the tub, and there's all this drug reference. My dad's laughing at that.

He's digging all the music that's in it, you know, and, uh,

having a good old time. And then the Jackie Treehorn stuff happens.

The drug sequence with the actual porno talk, and all the other stuff starts happening,

and it just gets further and further in and just gets weirder and weirder.

And Walter Sobczyk gets more and more annoying. And I basically

have the ability to take the emotional temperature of the room. And I can tell

both of my parents are really cooling on this really fast. Yeah. You know

what I mean? Really enjoying this. And, like, at one point in time,

I can feel my dad starting to get really irritated by

it. And then I'm sitting there loving it the entire time, like, I'm falling

in love with this movie immediately. On the first time that I watch it,

everything about it is just pure joy for me. I'm having so much fun,

right? And by the end of the movie, my dad was like, damn it,

I hate it when you're right or something like that. To me,

I think you guys probably wouldn't enjoy it. And my mom's like, he probably did

that on purpose to keep us from enjoying it. And I'm like, no, I really

liked it, and I was hoping that you guys would, too, but I just wanted

to warn you that I didn't think you would.

So I don't know if I tainted their viewing of the film or if they

actually just didn't enjoy it, but they ended up not liking it, and I

absolutely loved it from the first time that I watched it. There you go.

There you go. All right. Same. I loved it from the moment I saw it.

Now, here's my second story time. And it involves not

the first time that I went to a therapist, but the first time that

I found my forever therapist when I was getting my. Bub tag tattoo artist.

Yes.

So my very first tattoo with my current tattoo artist

slash therapist, I'm getting my bub tattoo that's on my upper right

arm, and it's like the big centerpiece of my upper right arm. Yeah.

And we're getting the tattoo done. And at the time, this particular

tattoo artist used to throw movies on in the background, like, when he was doing

boring shading and stuff like that. So he had things to quote and have fun,

and he would let you pick the movie because, you know, his idea was you

could watch the movie, or we could talk while the movie's going, or we could

both kind watch the movie. Because he was that good. He was able to kind

of, like, look up and watch certain parts while filling in areas and things like

that. It was a little terrifying at first to trust him

to do it, but once he was, like, proving that he could, I just let

him go, you know? Yeah. Anyway, we are most

of the way through the bub tattoo, and we only have, like, maybe, like,

2 hours max left. So he's like, okay, let's throw something on.

Then we can finish this up, right? And what I end up picking out

is when we go to do the color, I end up picking out the big

Lebowski because he said it would probably take him about two more hours and we'd

be done. So I was like, well, this will be finished up right around that

time, and we both like the film so perfect, you know, because he had it

and I picked it out. So I'm watching him do the color,

and I'm liking the bub tattoo when it was just the outline of the shading.

Absolutely. But then once he starts throwing the color and I'm watching it take

shape in my mind, I see immediately a

upper sleeve of Romero tattoos and know for sure that I want to do some

kind of universal monsters on my forearm, below my elbow, while sitting

there with the euphoria and the Lebowski going. So while the tumbling tumbleweeds

is kicking in and I'm actually hearing Sam Elliott describe the

dude, and I'm just at my slacker peak remembering how much I

love this movie, I decide I'm going to go full sleeve right off the bat.

Like, I'm just going to go full sleeve with my right arm. I'm not stopping

with Bub. And because of that, this movie, the Big Lebowski,

always has a special place in my heart because that's where I decided that

I was going to regularly go to therapy. You mean get a tattoo, right?

I'm going to keep getting tattooed. Yes. That's therapy. Yeah, yeah.

It has the same effect as going to cognitive behavioral therapy

in that I don't kill people, Matt. You need real therapy. No one's

arguing that. But tattoos are much better. Damn it.

With that, we're going to play the show housekeeping for the week, and then immediately

following that, we're going to have on the pirate radio edit, the song that

pretty much opens up the pornographic bowling sequence with Bob Dylan the man

and me on the pirate radio edit. Right? If you've

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also available along with all of the fellow. It's looking like

we may actually end up having a government contract here at. The first of

the year, though. Really? Yeah. The collection loan project is looking to

be something that we may end up becoming government funded

for. Our battles kind of come to a standstill with sandy shores.

I will say that it is looking very good in our favor. Thanks to our

friends at bogus fakes. And fraud, they did, did a lot of good work.

Yeah, yeah. They're excellent, excellent attorneys at law and how I get

there is just how I get there. So if the american government wants to fund

me, I'll take it. For now. All right, so that's why things are kind of

quiet. We're waiting for that contract come through. Because that way I don't have to

spend any more of my own money. Yeah, because Lauren knows I'm not kicking in

for this. Yeah, no, you can't afford it. No,

I'm with your crushing gambling debts and everything else. I know, right? Much host.

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That is the most coherent and on key Bob Dylan

probably ever was in his career as on that song. Right. Like, I could

understand some of what he was saying.

Absolutely. I love to beat up on Bob Dylan, but he is actually quite an

excellent musician. And his lyrics are quite powerful

and moving when you can understand them. This is true.

Someone else's lyrics, who are quite a moving and powerful when

you can understand them, is Kenny Rogers, which will be filling out our pirate

radio edit with the song just dropped in to see what condition

my condition is in. While you enjoy that, kick the fuck out of this week

and make it your bitch.

Fucking Iowa quarterback can't hit a goddamn barn with a

board. What's going on? Yeah, don't. Don't try to move, all right. Not that I

could if I wanted to. Yeah, that's what the straps are there for.

Listen, I really, really need you to hold still. Don't even try and turn your

head here. Is my head cut open right now? Yeah, that's. That's your blood.

Hmm. Seriously, man, don't move. Just stay calm. It's gonna

be fine. I'm not. I think there's some booze in my blood in there.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Dude, I've had to soak up so much, jen, it's not even

funny. We're gonna repurpose that later. Listen, all right,

I'm going to stimulate this part of your brain, and I

want you to tell me what. What you're thinking and or seeing.

Now it's my wife walking down the aisle towards me.

Yeah, that's a good memory. We can get rid of that and. Okay,

what about this one? Ah, it's the birth of my son.

Yeah, don't need that one. I'm gonna just take that out.

Okay.

Good, good. Almost enough space. What about here? Ah, it's my

first beer. Delicious. Nice. Oh, man, I can't.

I need this. Fit. Okay, it's going. Oh, right. What about here? Ah, it's the

first time I saw my dog, so. Nice. Yeah. Gonna get rid of that

one. Okay, we have. We have just enough space.

Now let's see if this will fit. Okay. No, no, no.

Quite. Okay. What about here? Yeah, you go ahead and take that. Okay. You're not

gonna tell me what it is? I'm not gonna tell you what it is.

Well, let's bring that up on the monitor over here. Oh,

God. Yeah, that's going. I told you you didn't want to know. Oh,

yeah. Oh, yeah. And for a lollipop too. I know,

right? God, you were a cheap whore. Well, all right, there's plenty of room

now. And don't. Don't. Hold still. Excellent. Excellent.

Okay, now I'm gonna try something here. I know you didn't watch the movie for

this week, so I'm gonna try something real quick. I want to see if it'll

work. Okay. Okay. And if it doesn't, we still have tomorrow

night for you to watch it. Yeah. Okay, here we go. I'm gonna upload it

into your brain now. Jesus. Oh, my God. On fire, isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah, it's all right. Dude, your brain smells so good. I know.

It's gin. It's been in there for a bit. 2 hours, man. I'm not

talking that much.

Yeah, I can't write all that dialogue down. Fuck that. No, that would be

terrible. And then it got. Do a shot.

Hang on, I gotta get the head. Okay. No, it's okay. Okay, the hard drives

out. All right, here's the connections. Hang on, Dan. Okay. All right, I'm gonna.

I'm gonna close your.

Hang on, hang on. I left my forceps in there. You should be able to

talk now. Oh. All right. All right, I'm going to seal up your skull.

All right. And there we go. Hey, cool. Wait,

wait. No. What? Twist a little bit to the left. Oh, shit, you're right.

Okay. All right. There we go. Okay. I lost feeling of my left

toes. Yeah. Weird. Okay, so basically, I tried to remove some of the memories

I know you wouldn't need. Yeah. And I was gonna try and upload the films

directly into your brain. Yeah. But unfortunately, this gin soak sponge that

you call a brain won't accept an upload, so. It won't. We're gonna

have to do this the old fashioned way. Yeah. So you're gonna have to watch

the film, and we'll get back to everybody on Monday here. You know, it's kind

of into that. Idea of being lazy about it. I know. That's why I figured

you would, you know, not mind so much. No, I wouldn't. Hey, by the way.

Yeah? Um, my wife. Yeah, I have one, right? Yes.

This is what she looks like. Oh, hey. All right. Nice. Way to go.

Me? Yeah. And then this is. This is the photo of you guys

together after she walked down the aisle. Aw. I'm married.

Oh, boy. We're in trouble.

Someone else is. Lyrics who are quite moving and powerful if, when you can

understand them, is Kenny Rogers, which will be filling out our

pirate radio edit with the song just dropped in to see

what condition my condition is in. While you enjoy that, kick the fuck

out of this week and make it your bitch. You know that song I don't

have to play all of it for. All right,

let's go ahead. And. Recording stopped and.