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WALTER Goodnight, sweet prince. The wind has blown all of the ashes into the Dude, standing just to the side of and behind Walter. The Dude stands, frozen. Finished eulogizing, Walter looks back. WALTER Shit, I’m sorry Dude. He starts brushing off the Dude with his hands. WALTER Goddamn wind. Heretofore motionless, the Dude finally explodes, slapping Walter’s hands away. DUDE Goddamnit Walter! You fucking asshole! WALTER Dude! Dude, I’m sorry! The Dude is near tears. DUDE You make everything a fucking travesty! WALTER Dude, I’m--it was an accident! The Dude gives Walter a furious shove. DUDE What about that shit about Vietnam! WALTER Dude, I’m sorry-- DUDE What the fuck does Vietnam have to do with anything! What the fuck were you talking about?! Walter for the first time is genuinely distressed, almost lost. WALTER Shit Dude, I’m sorry-- DUDE You’re a fuck, Walter! He gives Walter a weaker shove. Walter seems dazed, then wraps his arms around the Dude. WALTER Awww, fuck it Dude. L
