And up to pismo.

He died--he died as so many men of his generation,

Before his time.

In your wisdom, lord, you took him.

As you took so many bright, flowering young men

At khe sanh, at lan doc,

And hill 364.

These young men gave their lives.

So did donny.

Donny who loved bowling.

And so, theodore donald karabotsos,

In accordance with what we think

Your dying wishes might well have been,

We commit your final mortal remains

To the bosom of the pacific ocean,

Which you loved so well.

Good night, sweet prince.

[bird squawking]

[inhales deeply]

Shit.

Oh, shit, dude, I'm sorry.

God damn wind.

God damn it, walter.

You fucking asshole!

Dude, I'm sorry.

Everything's a fucking travesty with you, man.

I'm sorry. It was an accident.

What was that shit about vietnam?

What the fuck does anything

Have to do with vietnam?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Dude, I'm sorry.

Fuckin'...

Fuck, walter.

Come on, dude. Hey, fuck it, man.

Let's go bowling.