Stan: Dad, um, I think dinner's almost ready.
Randy: (crying) I almost did it. I almost made something of myself. You know, when you get real close, you start to think that maybe your life's gonna matter. I mean, this was something I made, something that came from me, that was a part of me...the only thing I ever made that was any good.
Stan: Gee, thanks a lot Dad.
Randy: You're welcome. (sniffle) And I just know that this late in my life, I'll never come so close to finally having meaning.