(Want. via this guy)
By now this is all over the internet like scabs on your sister so I might as well post it. It’s the script for The Big Lebowski in its entirety, as it might’ve been written by Bill Shakespeare. It’s an interesting concept and certainly gets points for thoroughness. I’d do more stuff like this on FilmDrunk if I didn’t have such a short attention hey look at the tits on that skank. From RunLeiaRun:
THE KNAVE
Zounds, man. Look at these unworthiest hands; no gaudy gold profanes my little hand. I have no honour to contain the ring. I am a bachelor in a wilderness. Behold this place; are these the towers where one may glimpse Geoffrey, the married man? Is this a court where mistresses of common sense are hid? Not for me to hang my bugle in an invisible baldric, sir; I am loathe to take a wife, or she to take me until men be made of some other mettle than earth. Hark, the seat of my commode be arisen!WOO
Search his satchel! His words are a fantastical banquet to work confusion upon his enemies. There sits eight pounds of proof within; surely he hides his treasure on his person.BLANCHE
Villainy! Why this confounded orb, such as men use to play at ninepins; what devilry, these holes in holy trinity?THE KNAVE
Obviously thou art not a golfer.
And it goes on like that. Like I said, thorough. They call it “Two Men of Lebowski”, though I think “Two Men of Pomona” might’ve been a better title. What with the rhyming and the Southern California reference and all.

Quiet thy lips, Donald!
That was harder to read than your Stathamese.
Scribe it with a zero, man of smoke.
Egads! How canst one retain the younger and fairer upon the lands of their fathers to work the till and husband the herds once their naive eyes have been cast upon Karl Hungus?
To die in thine lap? Coitus?
Dude staring sadly at rug: Out, out damn spot!
The clean version:
Heed my warning, good sir. Never shall you come across a stranger in the peaks of the Swiss.
Hark my words Knave! I shall not suffer the rude suprise of another toe!
Dear Walter, though my love for you is that I should harbour for a brother and a brother alone, one day, you will come to the enlightened grief that you are a moron.
Sayeth what thou will about the tenets of national socialism, but what the fuck is national socialism?
Oi, da Stafe’s eahs is fock’n burnin, now isn’ dey. Oy reckon da Stafe wid knob dis fock’n bird cos Oy ‘as ‘eard dat she’s got quoite da collection of sazz voybrators.
Dung freshly birthed is graced upon by the sun’s amenities.
A pederast! A pederast most foul! Let him go forth to the village proper and decry his villany. Let him suffer the spleen of the townsfolk for his wicked deflowering of 13 year old boys!
The lady’s love for paint is plain to see,
But she hath seen Karl Hungus, and is like
To not exchange it for pastoral life.
*sigh* Beautiful.
Verily, Knave, Chinamen IS the preferred nomenclature.
I cast ye from my fair town of Malibu, Lebowski!
The Knave doth abide.
Sometimes thou dost feast upon the bar. Sometimes, the bar dost feast on you.
I like mine better Fek.
[crosses arms impetuously]
DAN ROSEN DIED???
For my son’s first birthday the wife and I gave him, among other things, a marmot puppet that we named Uli -Karl Hungus being too on the nose. Now, in addition, he has an elk puppet from the same product line named Jackie Treehorn. It thrills me to no end to watch people’s reaction to a toddler mentioning Jackie Treehorn in public. It is like a secret code, if you know the name, you approve of my parenting. If you have to ask, you think I am a monster for giving my child’s toy the name of a fake pornographer.
Donald, thou art out of thy element.
I relish in your vainglory Knave.
And I in yours genial stranger.
So I guess I’m the only one using iambic pentameter? And you assholes say you like Shakespeare. You can leave the Christopher Marlowe-level shit at the door.
No love then huh? S’ok.
Produce the coin Knave!
O Fortune, The Brigands spared Fogarty’s Lute.
Fuck that tonSa, too much thought required and I’m viciously hung over.
“This befalleth when thou firk’st a stranger ‘twixt the buttocks, Laurence!”
Can I get this in a T-Shirt?
Where’s Rotty when you need him?
O caution sir! Herein resides a beverage!
I don’t get it.
Nihilists! I am beshrewn. Say what thou wilt
Of fascist tenets, Knave; it seeks to stand
Philosophy and politic, not void.
And let it noted be that wildlife kept,
Amphibious rodent, in domestic walls,
Is retrograde to right and civil laws.
Also, fuck you Snopes.
Thou art out of thine element, Donald!
Fuck. Sorry Pauly. That shoeprint will wash off your dick with a little soap and water.
Dost thou thinketh thine upolstry urinaters did this?
*re-reads thread to see if another fucking apology is required*
It’s ok, JHC. It felt good.
oi dhers a fockin beverage ‘ere
Pauly Dangerously stomped a mudhole in this thread and wiped it dry! Bravo!! Man of smoke… brilliance!