(After he defeats the Nihilists and Donny has a heart attack) We've got a man down!

(repeated line) Shut the fuck up Donny!

Answering Machine: Mr Lebowski, this is Bill Salinger of the Southern Cal bowling league. We received an, uh, an informal complaint that a member of your team - a Walter Sobchak? - drew a firearm during league play. If this is true, of course, it contravenes a number of the league's by-laws and also article 27...

Brandt: (Releasing a gale of forced laughter) Ha-ha-ha-ha! Wonderful woman. We're all very fond of her. Very free-spirited.

Brandt: Aha-ha-ha-ha! That's marvelous.

Brandt: This is our concern, Dude.

Bunny: (To The Dude) I'll suck your cock for a thousand dollars

Bunny: Brandt can't watch, though. Or he has to pay a hundred.

Da Fino: Let me tell ya something - I dig your work. Playing one side against the other, in bed with everybody - just fabulous stuff.

Donny: I am the Walrus.

Donny: I'm throwin' rocks tonight. Mark it, Dude.

Donny: Phone's ringing Dude.

Jesus Quintana: Let me tell you something, pandejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece (reference to Walter's Colt pistol) out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click" (all eight rounds in his fully loaded Colt pistol were fired).

Jesus Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody fucks with The Jesus.

Jesus Quintana: [Talking to the Dude and Walter] Hey! What's this 'day of rest' shit? What's this bullshit? 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. This is bush league psych-out stuff. Laughable, man. Ha ha! I would've fucked you in the ass Saturday. I'll fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. Whoo! You got a date Wednesday, baby.