Preparing the IV

[Robin Landseadel]

		        A way out west there was a fella,
                        fella I want to tell you about, fella
                        by the name of Jeff Lebowski.  At
                        least, that was the handle his lovin'
                        parents gave him, but he never had
                        much use for it himself.  This
                        Lebowski, he called himself the Dude.
                        Now, Dude, that's a name no one would
                        self-apply where I come from.  But
                        then, there was a lot about the Dude
                        that didn't make a whole lot of sense
                        to me.  And a lot about where he
                        lived, like- wise.  But then again,
                        maybe that's why I found the place
                        s'durned innarestin'.

                        They call Los Angeles the City of
                        Angels.  I didn't find it to be that
                        exactly, but I'll allow as there are
                        some nice folks there.  'Course, I
                        can't say I seen London, and I never
                        been to France, and I ain't never
                        seen no queen in her damn undies as
                        the fella says.  But I'll tell you
                        what, after seeing Los Angeles and
                        thisahere story I'm about to unfold--
                        wal, I guess I seen somethin' ever'
                        bit as stupefyin' as ya'd see in any
                        a those other places, and in English
                        too, so I can die with a smile on my
                        face without feelin' like the good
                        Lord gypped me.

                        Now this story I'm about to unfold
                        took place back in the early nineties--
                        just about the time of our conflict
                        with Sad'm and the Eye-rackies.  I
                        only mention it 'cause some- times
                        there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro,
                        'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes
                        there's a man.

                        And I'm talkin' about the Dude here--
                        sometimes there's a man who, wal,
                        he's the man for his time'n place,
                        he fits right in there--and that's
                        the Dude, in Los Angeles.

	              			CHECKOUT GIRL

	She waits, arms folded.  A small black-and white TV next to
	her register shows George Bush on the White House lawn with
	helicopter rotors spinning behind him.

                                     	GEORGE BUSH

                         This aggression will not stand. . .
                         This will not stand!

	The Dude, peeking over his shades, scribbles something at
      	the little customer's lectern.  Milk beads his mustache.

			  ...and even if he's a lazy man, and
                        the Dude was certainly that--quite
                        possibly the laziest in Los Angeles
                        County.

                        ...which would place him high in the
                        runnin' for laziest worldwide--but
                        sometimes there's a man. . . sometimes
                        there's a man.

                        Wal, I lost m'train of thought here.
                        But--aw hell, I done innerduced him
                        enough.

http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/b/big-lebowski-script-screenplay.html

The Coen Brothers Big Lebowski interview:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEVfM3HL-ic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfN8P54QeG8&feature=related