The Big Lebowski Page #4

They both look around.

WOO:

F***.

BLOND MAN:

What do you think?

WOO:

He looks like a f***in' loser.

The Dude pulls his sunglasses down his nose with one finger

and peeks over them.

DUDE:

Hey. At least I'm housebroken.

The two men look at each other. They turn to leave.

WOO:

F***in' waste of time.

The blond man turns testily at the door.

BLOND MAN:

Thanks a lot, a**hole.

ON THE DOOR SLAM WE CUT TO:

BOWLING PINS:

Scattered by a strike.

Music and head credits play over various bowling shots--pins

flying, bowlers hoisting balls, balls gliding down lanes,

sliding feet, graceful releases, ball return spinning up a

ball, fingers sliding into fingerholes, etc.

The music turns into boomy source music, coming from a distant

jukebox, as the credits end over a clattering strike.

A lanky blonde man with stringy hair tied back in a ponytail

turns from the strike to walk back to the bench.

MAN:

Hot damn, I'm throwin' rocks tonight.

Mark it, Dude.

We are tracking in on the circular bench towards a big man

nursing a large plastic cup of Bud. He has dark worried

eyes and a goatee. Hairy legs emerge from his khaki shorts.

He also wears a khaki army surplus shirt with the sleeves

cut off over an old bowling shirt. This is Walter. He

squints through the smoke from his own cigarette as he

addresses the Dude at the scoring table.

The Dude, also holding a large plastic cup of Bud, wears

some of its foam on his mustache.

WALTER:

This was a valued rug.

He elaborately clears his throat.

WALTER:

This was, uh--

DUDE:

Yeah man, it really tied the room

together--

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