BRANDT
We've had some terrible news. Mr. Lebowski is in seclusion in the West Wing.
DUDE
Huh.
Brandt throws open a pair of heavy double doors. The music washes over us as we enter a great study where Jeffrey Lebowski, a blanket thrown over his knees, stares hauntedly into a fire, listening to Lohengrin.
BRANDT ANNOUNCES, AMBIGUOUSLY:
BRANDT
Mr. Lebowski.
Jeffrey Lebowski waves the Dude in without looking around.
LEBOWSKI
It's funny. I can look back on a
life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome.
I've accomplished more
than most men,
and without the use of my legs.
What. . . What makes a
Man, Mr. Lebowski?
DUDE
Dude.
LEBOWSKI
Huh?
DUDE
I don't know, sir.
LEBOWSKI
Is it. . . is it, being prepared
to do the right thing?
Whatever the price?
Isn't that what
makes A Man?
DUDE
Sure. That and a
pair of testicles.
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