Testes

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.