We've had some terrible news. Mr. Lebowski is in seclusion in the West Wing.
Funny-- I can look back on a life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome. I've accomplished more than most men, and without the use of my legs. What...What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?
Uh, I, I don't know, sir.
Is it being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the cost? Isn't that what makes a man?
Ummm..sure. That and a pair of testicles.
You're joking. But perhaps you're right.
You mind if I do a jay?
Bunny Lebowski...She is the light of my life. Are you surprised at my tears, sir?
Oh, fuckin' A.
Strong men also cry...Strong men also cry.
I received this fax this morning.
As you can see, it is a ransom note. Written by men who are unable to achieve on a level field of play. Cowards! Weaklings. Bums.
This is a bummer man. That's a,that's a bummer.
Brandt will fill you in on the details.
Mr. Lebowski is prepared to make a generous offer to you to act as courier once we get instructions for the money.
Why me, man?
He believes that the culprits might be the very people who, uh, soiled your rug, and you're in a unique position to confirm or, disconfirm that suspicion.
He thinks the carpet-pissers did this?
Well Dude, we just don't know.