Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules. -- Big Lebowski
I don't need no instruction to know how to rock -- Aqua Teen Hunger Force
I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can/Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man/When I put a spike into my vein/Then I tell ya things aren't quite the same/When I'm rushing on my run/And I feel just like Jesus' son -- Lou Reed, The Velvet Underground, Heroin
The Dude: Mr. Treehorn treats objects like women, man.
Malibu Police Chief: Mr. Treehorn draws a lot of water in this town. You don't draw ^_^^_^^_^^_^, Lebowski. Now we got a nice, quiet little beach community here, and I aim to keep it nice and quiet. So 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 your jerk-off behavior, and I don't like you, jerk-off. Do I make myself clear?
The Dude: [after a pause] I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.