The Big Lebowski Page #35

DUDE:

Yeah man. Well, you know, the Dude

abides.

Gazing after him, The Stranger drawls, savoring the words:

THE STRANGER:

The Dude abides.

He gives his head a shake of appreciation, then looks into

the camera.

THE STRANGER:

I don't know about you, but I take

comfort in that. It's good knowin'

he's out there, the Dude, takin' her

easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. I

sure hope he makes The finals. Welp,

that about does her, wraps her all

up. Things seem to've worked out

pretty good for the Dude'n Walter,

and it was a purt good story, dontcha

think? Made me laugh to beat the

band. Parts, anyway. Course--I

didn't like seein' Donny go. But

then, happen to know that there's a

little Lebowski on the way. I guess

that's the way the whole durned human

comedy keeps perpetuatin' it-self,

down through the generations, westward

the wagons, across the sands a time

until-- aw, look at me, I'm ramblin'

again. Wal, uh hope you folks enjoyed

yourselves.

He brushes his hat brim with a fingertip as we begin to pull

back.

THE STRANGER:

Catch ya further on down the trail.

As we pull away The Stranger swivels in to the bar. As his

voice fades:

THE STRANGER:

...Say friend, ya got any more a

that good sarsaparilla?...

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