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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.

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. "

- Did he get out?

Yeah. They don't want

any sh*t eaters in the army.

OK, Ralph. I don't have to help you.

But let me tell you something.

If you flunk out and die in Vietnam,

that's the end of our friendship. F*** you.

I got a girl for you out here.

- Yeah, is he driving a white Edsel?

- No, it is a beautiful girl.

She's walking along all by herself.

Real poetic.

She's coming this way.

She's really cute.

She looks like Katharine Ross. Or a cross

between Katharine Ross and my sister.

- That's not bad.

- Come down here. Show her your weenie.

- (Scott) Hey, beautiful girl.

- Hey, baby. Up here!

- Oh, sh*t. It is my sister.

- Christ.

(Ralph) Oh, f***.

Hey, Beth.

(Scott) I don't know what you want

to come to State for. You're too smart.

(Beth) It looks so exciting.

It does?

- What's wrong? You don't want me here?

- I didn't say that. Did I say that?

Here come my little brats!

My God, look at you two.

Oh, big dog. How are you, buddy?

How you doing? Did this one tell you?

- No. What?

- Salutatorian. Know what that means?

- No. I don't know what that means.

- That means she studies, you.

What are these clothes?

Is this what I pay for?

No. I got dressed up

because I knew you were coming.

You little doggy. You little rat boy.

You give your mother a big hug

before I spank you.

- Mom, what are you doing here?

- I just came along for the ride.

Here, I brought you something.

Cookies. Mom, I'm 19 years old.

This isn't summer camp.

I just thought I'd bring you something.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you.

- Guess I don't have to worry about you.

- No, I don't think so.

Come on, you playboys. You gonna

take us old broads to lunch, or what?

Want some cookies?

I'll take you to the vomitorium.

You can see what you've been paying for.

(clapping and cheering)

What's all this?

Your basic antiwar

touch football demonstration.

I just want to ask three questions,

then you can go back to sleep.

One. Why are we in Vietnam?

Two. How many of you sweet-faced

mother's sons are dying to find out?

- Three. What are we going to do?

- Take the building.

(crowd) Yeah!

( "All Along the Watchtower"

by Jimi Hendrix)

Sh*t! Watch it!

(Scott) Beth, get outta there!

- That's my daughter!

- Stop it!

Sh*t, man. Let her go!

(man) Police brutality!

Police brutality!

(Ralph) Mom! Mom!

She's my friend.

- (Beth) Leave me alone!

- (Jessie) Scottie, no! Stop it! Stop it!

It's all right.

Sweetheart. Oh, my God.

Are you all right? Stupid, stupid cops!

- Stupid cops!

- (man) Stupid cops!

Man, that was fun.

We fought in the revolution, man.

( "Green River"

by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

You know what freedom is? School's out,

you put your brains away for the summer.

You're grooving along in your own car.

Even if it is a piece of sh*t.

Wind's in your hair.

You see a hitchhiker. You stop.

You pick the motherhumper up.

Hop in.

We're not homosexuals or anything.

- I have been waiting for almost an hour.

- That's nothing, man.

Took me and my buddy two days once

to go 83 miles. Isn't that right?

- Yeah.

- Now we're making up for lost time.

(Scott) Whoo!

Whoa, baby!

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