Movie Quote Trivia

Can you name the movie from the quote?
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  • Her life is in your hands.
  • Man, don't say that, man.
  • Mr. Lebowski asked me to repeat that: her life is in your hands.
  • Oh, shit, man.
  • Her life is in your hands, Dude.
Step into my head.
  • I love horses. I love horses!
  • I love horses.
  • I love Butterstuff.
  • Buttercup! Say it!
  • Butternuts!
  • Cup, cup cup!
  • Cup!
  • [at dinner] What the hell happened to you?
  • Nothing, I'm supposed to be here right now, so I'm here!
  • You're all dirty and bleeding.
  • No I'm not, I'm here for dinner.
  • You have scratches on your forehead...
  • Dude, you smell like shit.
  • Dale, what happened to you?
  • I was in the woods!
  • In the woods?
  • Yeah, isn't that weird? I was... I was in the woods!
  • What were you doing in the woods?
  • I bird... watch... I don't. No, I don't. Look, I'm gonna come clean. I witnessed a murder. Ok? I saw someone murder... someone else.
Way out west there was this fella... fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. 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. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darned interestin'. They call Los Angeles the "City Of Angels." I didn't find it to be that, exactly. But I'll allow there are some nice folks there. 'Course I can't say I've seen London, and I ain't never been to France. And I ain't never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I'll tell you what - after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin' every bit as stupefyin' as you'd see in any of them 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 here story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early '90s - just about the time of our conflict with Sad'm and the I-raqis. I only mention it because sometimes there's a man... I won't say a hero, 'cause, what's a hero? But sometimes, there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man - and the Dude was most 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. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But... aw, hell. I've done introduced him enough.
What Jefferson was saying was, Hey! You know, we left this England place 'cause it was bogus; so if we don't get some cool rules ourselves - pronto - we'll just be bogus too! Get it?
  • So he says "My wife's a pain in the ass. She's always busting my friggin' agates, my daughter's married to a jadrool loser bastard, and I got a rash so bad on my ass, I can't even sit down. But you know me. I can't complain."
  • Ahh fuckin'-A, man. I got a rash, man. Fuckin'-A.
  • No shirt, no shoes...
  • No dice! Ohhhh.
  • Right. Learn it. Know it. Live it.
  • He's the full hot orator.
  • I wish I had a job like that. Where I could just sit around and smoke weed all day
  • Hey you do have that job. You do sit around and smoke weed all day.
  • Hey you're right. Hey thanks man.
  • Hey, man, why didn't y'all help me!
  • [slouching in his chair] Man, I'm high.
  • Man, that's fucked up. If it was y'all, I would've helped y'all.
  • What about the time he tried to choke me in Smoke's backyard?
  • [pause, thinks about it] Oh, that was different.
  • Look, nothing is fucked, here, man.
  • Nothing is fucked?
  • The god damn plane has crashed into the mountain!
  • Whoa, Alex, what happened?
  • There was a fire, and I was, I was trying to save it from this baby, and uh...
[after the chief of police throws a coffee mug at his head] Ow! Fucking fascist!
  • Your money is being held by a kid named Larry Sellers. Real fucking brat, but I'm sure your goons can get it off him. I mean, he's fifteen.
  • Flunking social studies.
  • Interactive erotic software. The wave of the future, Dude. One hundred percent electronic!
  • Yeah well, I still jerk off manually.