Two oat sodas, Gary.
Right. Good luck tomorrow.
Yeah. Thanks, man.
Aw, sorry to hear about Donny.
Ah, yeah. Well, you know, sometimes you eat the bar, and, sometimes uh, you know...
Howdy do, Dude.
I wondered if I'd see you again.
I Wouldn't miss the semis.
How things been goin'?
Ahh, you know. Strikes and gutters, ups and downs.
Sure, I gotcha.
Yeah. Thanks, Gary...Well take care, man, gotta get back.
Sure. Take it easy, Dude--
I know that you will.
Yeah. Well, the Dude abides.
The Dude abides...
I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there, the Dude, takin' her easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. I sure hope he makes The finals. Well, that about does her, wraps her all up. Things seem to have worked out pretty good for the Dude and Walter, and it was a pretty good story, don't ya think? Made me laugh to beat the band. Parts, anyway. I didn't like seein' Donny go. But then, I happen to know that there's a little Lebowski on the way. I guess that's the way the whole darned human comedy keeps perpetuatin' it-self, down through the generations, westward the wagons, across the sands a time until we-- aw, look at me, I'm ramblin' again. Wal, uh hope you folks enjoyed yourselves.
Catch ya later on down the trail.
...Say friend, ya got any more of that good sarsaparilla?