MAUDE
Tell me a little about yourself,
Jeffrey.
DUDE
Well, uh. . . Not much to tell.
A match is dragged across a headboard; the Dude is lighting
himself a joint. He shakes the match out to restore blackness
except for the glowing tip of the joint.
DUDE
I was, uh, one of the authors of the
Port Huron Statement.--The original
Port Huron Statement.
MAUDE
Uh-huh.
DUDE
Not the compromised second draft.
And then I, uh. . . Ever hear of the
Seattle Seven?
MAUDE
Mmnun.
Click--the Dude turns on a bedside lamp. He and Maude lie
next to each other in bed.
DUDE
And then. . . let's see, I uh--music
business briefly.
MAUDE
Oh?
DUDE
Yeah. Roadie for Metallica. Speed
of Sound Tour.
MAUDE
Uh-huh.
DUDE
Bunch of assholes. And then, you
know, little of this, little of that.
My career's, uh, slowed down a bit
lately.
MAUDE
What do you do for fun?
DUDE
Oh, you know, the usual. Bowl.
Drive around. The occasional acid
flashback.