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  •  Can't resist... (4.00 / 4)

    "Nihilists! F*ck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos."--Walter Sobchak

    Wow, in light of what you said in your post, this quote is actually pretty apt.

    by Rob Humenik on Fri Jun 25, 2004 at 08:13:24 AM PDT

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    •  Excellent (none / 1)

      And you even spelled Walter's last name correctly!  You earn a "4" for that alone.

      by drjimcooper on Fri Jun 25, 2004 at 08:26:17 AM PDT

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    •  The defining moment (none / 1)

      where John Goodman wins a great battle for Western civilization in the parking lot of a bowling ally:

                       DONNY
              Are these the Nazis, Walter?

      Walter answers, also sotto voce, his eyes still on the three
      men:

                      WALTER
              They're nihilists, Donny, nothing to
              be afraid of.

      snip...

                      DIETER
              VEE FUCK YOU UP, MAN!

                      WALTER
              Come and get it.  Fucking nihilist.

                      DIETER
              I FUCK YOU!  I FUCK YOU!

                      WALTER
              Show me what you got.  Nihilist.
              Dipshit with a nine-toed woman.

      In a rage, Dieter charges.

                      DIETER
              I FUCK YOU!  I FUCK YOU!

      WALTER

      hurls his leather satchel.

      KIEFFER

      Watching Dieter's charge, is caught off-guard.  The bowling
      ball thuds into his chest and lifts him off his feet.

      He falls back, his uzi clattering away.

      WALTER

      twists away as Dieter reaches him; grabs Dieter's head in
      both hands; draws Dieter's head up to his mouth, which closes
      on Dieter's ear.

      snip...

      WALTER

      still worrying the ear.  With a tearing sound his head and
      Dieter's separate.

      DIETER, EARLESS, SCREAMS:

                      DIETER
              I FUCK YOU!  YOU CANNOT HURT ME!  I
              BELIEF IN NUSSING!

      Walter spits his ear into his face.

      DUDE

      The Dude and Franz, both now panting heavily, have yet to
      establish body contact.  Franz continues to kick.

                      FRANZ
              VEAKLING!

      WALTER

      draws back his fist.

                      DIETER
              NUSSING!

                      WALTER
              ANTI-SEMITE!

      Bam!--A powerhouse blow to the middle of his face drops Dieter
      for the count.

      DUDE AND FRANZ

      With a piercing shriek Franz finally summons the nerve to
      charge the Dude, hands raised to deliver karate blows.

      As he reaches the Dude--WHHAP--the  boom box swings into
      frame to smash him in the face.  Its volume shoots up.

      Walter bashes him a few more times over the head.  The music
      screeches to static, then quiet.  Laid out now, Franz too is
      quiet.

      Who controls the past, controls the future. Who controls the present, controls the past. George Orwell

      by moon in the house of moe on Fri Jun 25, 2004 at 09:45:15 AM PDT

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