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Not that kind of opinion.

We should get going, huh?

I was thinking we could

throw the football around.

The three of us.

You know?

Call Ralph.

Have a little fun.

I don't think we've got time, Dad.

(horn)

- You go ahead. I'm not coming.

- What are you talking about? Come on.

I have to run before it gets dark.

It might rain.

You exercise too much, Jessie.

You're gonna give us all a complex.

Just try to catch up.

You folks go, you'll miss the bus.

Aren't you gonna say goodbye to me?

(man) Happy Easter.

- You be careful over there, hotshot.

- I will.

Don't you pick up anything

you can't put down.

Oh.

Ralph. I'll see you.

Hey.

- Send a postcard from the Mekong Delta.

- Yeah, I will.

Here, come here.

(horn)

Listen, I don't know about the war,

because they don't give you

a lot of time to think about it.

But you're right.

I'm a little scared.

(horn)

So.

Let's go. It's time.

Bye, Alden.

Well, I'll see you, Dad.

- You give 'em hell, butch.

- Yeah.

You look like you could use a hug.

(quietly) Don't die.

Don't die.

(horn)

Don't die!

Don't die!

(horn)

Bye-bye.

(A) We got three weeks

to report to the local board.

We need volunteers

to march in Washington on July 12...

( "May This Be Love"

by Jimi Hendrix)

Nothing can harm me at all

My worries seem so very small

With my waterfall

(Scott) This is our dream.

A beautiful, beautiful girl.

The kind of girl you'd die for.

Or even marry.

Are you listening to me?

- Hey. Are you paying attention?

- Yes.

Who were we talking about?

Do you know who Aldonza is?

You don't even know

who she is, do you?

OK.

Don Quixote, he's going off to fight the

windmills with his faithful friend, Sancho.

He meets a beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful girl. That's Aldonza.

They fall in love.

- You haven't even read this, have you?

- Well... I read part of it.

- It's got a lot of... pages.

- Where'd you get that?

- I had it from before. I made it last.

- Oh.

Could I... could I have a puff?

Puff? Puff? You mean a hit.

A hit. A hit.

What are you doing?

- Hey. That's mine.

- (man) Thanks, man.

I know you. Why'd you do that?

I'm saving your life.

Remember why we're here?

Fun, which I'm not having right now.

No. To not get drafted.

That's why we came to college.

Do you want to go to Vietnam

and get your face shot off?

Not particularly. Why?

Are you trying to make me paranoid?

No! Ralph, what are you gonna do

when you flunk out and get drafted?

- I'm not gonna get drafted.

- Oh, no?

Oh, good. Good.

I heard a story about this guy

who went in for his physical, right?

Put a candy bar up his ass.

And the doctor says "What is that?"

And he says:

- "Oh, that's sh*t, Doc. "

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