Walter Sobchak: Really, Dude, you surprise me. They're not gonna kill shit, they're not gonna do shit. What can they do? They're a bunch of fuckin' amateurs, and meanwhile, look at the bottom line: Who's sittin' on a million fuckin' dollars? Am I wrong? The Dude: Walter? Walter Sobchak: Who's got a fuckin' million fuckin' dollars sittin' in the trunk of our car? The Dude: Our car, Walter? Walter Sobchak: And whadda they got? My dirty undies... My fucking whites... [They walk out of the bowling alley and see the Dude's car gone. The portable phone starts ringing] Walter Sobchak: Say, dude. Where is your car? Donny: Who's got your undies, Walter? Walter Sobchak: Where's your car, dude? The Dude: You don't know, Walter? Walter Sobchak: [clears throat] It was parked in a handicapped zone, perhaps they towed it. The Dude: You fucking know its been stolen. Walter Sobchak: Well, certainly that's a possibility, Dude. The Dude: Oh fuck it. [the Dude starts walking away] Donny: Where you going, Dude? The Dude: I'm going home, Donny. Donny: Phone's ringin', dude. The Dude: Thank you, Donny.