Walter Sobchak:
Really, Dude, you surprise me. They're not gonna kill shit, they're not gonna do shit. What can they do? They're a bunch of fuckin' amateurs, and meanwhile, look at the bottom line: Who's sittin' on a million fuckin' dollars? Am I wrong?
The Dude:
Walter?
Walter Sobchak:
Who's got a fuckin' million fuckin' dollars sittin' in the trunk of our car?
The Dude:
Our car, Walter?
Walter Sobchak:
And whadda they got? My dirty undies... My fucking whites...
[They walk out of the bowling alley and see the Dude's car gone. The portable phone starts ringing]
Walter Sobchak:
Say, dude. Where is your car?
Donny:
Who's got your undies, Walter?
Walter Sobchak:
Where's your car, dude?
The Dude:
You don't know, Walter?
Walter Sobchak:
[clears throat]
It was parked in a handicapped zone, perhaps they towed it.
The Dude:
You fucking know its been stolen.
Walter Sobchak:
Well, certainly that's a possibility, Dude.
The Dude:
Oh fuck it.
[the Dude starts walking away]
Donny:
Where you going, Dude?
The Dude:
I'm going home, Donny.
Donny:
Phone's ringin', dude.
The Dude:
Thank you, Donny.
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