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even though they were

almost over.

I mean that in the sense that

not much had changed.

Not in my lifetime anyway.

(girl on bike) Hi, puppy.

(woman) Do I live

by myself here?

Anyone going to join me

for dinner?

Not you.

Here you are, Happy. Go on.

Kids, it's Easter Sunday,

for Christ's sake.

You gonna rake the yard

before you go back?

No. Well, I gotta study.

You're gonna rake the yard,

aren't you?

On Easter Sunday? Wrong.

Come on, cut it out. Beth.

Don't do that.

OK.

- Peace.

- Peace.

- Mercy.

- Ow. Ow. Ow.

Stop it. Goddammit! Stop it.

Close your eyes

while I pray for you.

Dear Lord...

Amen.

(squealing and laughter)

(man) Go get 'em, Alden.

Scottie?

How's it going? Huh?

All right.

I like your hair.

- Yeah, I like yours too.

- Yeah?

- Superintendents, huh?

- Yeah.

It's hard to imagine

Dad ever being young like us.

Yeah, well. He might have been

young like you.

He was never young like me.

At my age he was alread

married and had me.

Well, he was in a hurry to get old.

That's not my trip.

I keep trying to picture myself...

getting out...

and getting married.

Having a real job, but...

I just can't see it.

So, how's your love life, huh?

You getting any?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah, I've been doing that

a long time now.

No sh*t?

I didn't get laid till I was almost 20.

Really? That's a drag.

Yeah.

Well, I guess I was

on a slow trip, huh?

Hey, come here.

Get down here.

What do you think of my car, huh?

- It's OK.

- Yeah? Yeah? Tell me the truth.

- It's a piece of sh*t, Alden.

- Yeah?

Well.

It's yours.

I don't want it.

Well, I'm... I'm giving it

to you, Scott.

I don't want your car, Alden.

Look, you can trade it in

on something else, then.

- It's OK. I like hitchhiking.

- Then park the car and hitchhike.

Look. I'm trying to be nice to you.

What, you trying to make up

for being a prick to me all my life?

Scott. You're my only brother.

Alden, you might have

everybody impressed.

You come in here like some big hero,

in your little uniform

and your little boy's haircut.

I don't buy it for a minute. You haven't

said a word to me in three years.

You're only being nice to me

cos you're chickenshit about Vietnam.

Shut up.

Alden!

Scottie!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Just getting to know each other.

I was wondering

if I could have that.

Yeah. Sure.

You must be really

proud of your brother.

Yeah. Wanna come with me?

Shoot a few Cong?

No. It's not my war.

I don't care about it.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

It's bullshit.

Apologise to your brother.

I'm sorry. But it's bullshit.

It doesn't matter, Dad.

Everyone's entitled to his own opinion.

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