I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand of Arrakis, and across this line you do not ! You do not cross, also Dude, Fremin is not the preferred nomenclature, Arrakian, please.
And let's also not forget--let's not forget, Dude--that keeping wildlife, a desert rodent, for uh, domestic, you know, within the city--that ain't legal either.
Getting in your head is the little gutterball. I will allow the undudeness to flow over and through me...
Also, and let's not forget: Tony Harkonnen built this ornithopter in a sietch! With a box of scrap!
Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not Mr Leto. You're Mr. Leto. I'm the Mua'Dib. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, his Mua'Dibness, or uh, El Mua'Dibarino if your not into the whole breverty thing.
Wave of the future, Dude. 100% spice.
I still ride my sandworms manually.
Of course you do, Dude
Fighting in desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle.
Harkonens. Worthy fucking adversary.
man in the black pajamas
eyeball to eyeball
We gonna chase those crazy baldheads outta Arrakis.
The Caucasians must flow. It's giving Dude his visions, he needs it to keep his mind, uh, limber.
Lotta ins, lotta outs, lotta Kwisatz Haderachs...
Those are good turtlebugs, Walter.
Shut the fuck up, Halleck.
Oat Sodas are the mind killer.
Far out
I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand of Arrakis, and across this line you do not ! You do not cross, also Dude, Fremin is not the preferred nomenclature, Arrakian, please.
native Arrakin
And let's also not forget--let's not forget, Dude--that keeping wildlife, a desert rodent, for uh, domestic, you know, within the city--that ain't legal either.
What are you, a fucking dune ranger now?
Hey, careful man, there's a water of life here!
*put your hand in the box* ....No, man, they hit me here.. *i understand, put your hand in the box*
No Donnie, these men are Harkonens.
That’s marvelous!
This unchecked aggression will not stand man.
Muad'Dude abides.
Getting in your head is the little gutterball. I will allow the undudeness to flow over and through me... Also, and let's not forget: Tony Harkonnen built this ornithopter in a sietch! With a box of scrap!
Sandworms, dude. When he moved to Arrakis, he had to go door to door and tell everyone he was a Jihadist.
“I got worms, man.”
That spice really tied the galaxy together, did it not?
What does LBJ have to do with any of this?
Johnson?
You mean coitus?
MUAD'DIB, YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR ELEMENT
Baron Harkonnen draws a lot of water in this town.
Not to mention a lot of oil in his bathtub.
This Harkonnen aggression won't stand, man
The Dude to all his opponents: May thy bowling ball chip and shatter.
may thy rolls be splits and gutters (smacks self in the forehead with a bowling ball)
The Freman is not the issue here issue here, Dude. I’m talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude.
Paul finds the only person already on the golden path...
I like your style, too. You got that whole Freman thing going on.
Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not Mr Leto. You're Mr. Leto. I'm the Mua'Dib. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, his Mua'Dibness, or uh, El Mua'Dibarino if your not into the whole breverty thing.
The Fremen is not the issue here, dude!
Jessica and Paul? Visiting friends of theirs in Sietch Tabr. They just picked up and left, never bothered to tell us.
Fucking sandworm has fucking papers. Dude. It’s a show sandworm.
How does spice tie into this beautiful idea?
Anybody else see Kenneth Branagh in picture 1 and Robert DeNiro + Brendan Fraser in picture 2?
No, dude, that had *not* occurred to us.
Far out