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Op woensdag 20 juni 2007 10:54 schreef koen_pijl het volgende:The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you... I'm not... We're talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you're out of your element!
The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: 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.
The Dude: Walter, this isn't a guy who built the fucking railroads here. This is a guy...
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about?
The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!
Donny: He peed on the Dude's rug.
Walter Sobchak: Donny you're out of your element!
Haha. En dan deze:
DUDE AND WALTER
Each with a beer at the scoring table.
WALTER
Sure you'll see some tank battles.
But fighting in desert is very
different from fighting in canopy
jungle.
DUDE
Uh-huh.
WALTER
I mean 'Nam was a foot soldier's war
whereas, uh, this thing should be a
fucking cakewalk. I mean I had an
M16, Jacko, not an Abrams fucking
tank. Just me and Charlie, man,
eyeball to eyeball.
DUDE
Yeah.
WALTER
That's fuckin' combat. The man in
the black pyjamas, Dude. Worthy
fuckin' adversary.
DONNY
Who's in pyjamas, Walter?
WALTER
Shut the fuck up, Donny. Not a bunch
of fig-eaters with towels on their
heads tryin' to find reverse on a
Soviet tank. This is not a worthy--
VOICE
HEY!
The Dude and Walter look.
Quintana is bellowing from the lip of the lane, and is
restrained by O'Brien.
QUINTANA
What's this "day of rest" shit, man?!
Walter looks at him innocently.
QUINTANA
What is this bullshit, man? I don't
fucking care! It don't matter to
Jesus! But you're not fooling me!
You might fool the fucks in the league
office, but you don't fool Jesus!
It's bush league psych-out stuff!
Laughable, man! I would've fucked
you in the ass Saturday, I'll fuck
you in the ass next Wednesday instead!
QUINTANA
He makes hip-grinding coital motions as O'Brien leads him
away.
QUINTANA
You got a date Wednesday, man!
Walter, his head cocked, and the Dude, peeking over his
shades, watch him go.
WALTER
He's cracking.
"If nothing else works, a total pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will see us through" General Melchett
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