Ron Swanson is mourning Salvatore by having a drink at Tommy’s Bistro and runs into his old nemesis, Ron Dunn.
Donna Meagle:
“Buck up Swanson, it’s like you said, death is natural. And Sal lived a good long life.”
Ron Swanson:
“But so much is changing, and I’ve never been a fan of change. Salvatore was a constant in my life.”
Ron Dunn:
“In my experience, the only constant is change.”
Ron Swanson:
“Ah sh!t.”
Ron Dunn:
“Nice to see you, Ron. I couldn’t help but over hear, sure am sorry about your loss. You know every time we lose compadre our collective lantern gets a little bit dimmer.”
Andy Dwyer:
“Hey you look awful familiar. Have we met before?”
Ron Dunn:
“Oh, I’m sure our souls have collided in one lifetime or another.”
Andy Dwyer:
“No, that’s not it. Are you in my frisbee golf league.”
Ron Dunn:
“Oh, yeah, I play for the Super Spinners.”
Andy Dwyer:
“Oh, I’m on the Frisbee Champs.”
Ron Dunn:
“Oh, cool.”
Andy Dwyer:
“I named us.”
Ron Swanson:
“Andrew, stop speaking to this man. He is the worst human being on earth.”
Ron Dunn:
“Oh, com’ on. Death makes brothers of us all. I always found that when my soul aches with loss, it’s best to turn to Eastern Wisdom.”
Ron Swanson:
“This is from the isle of the Islay in Scotland. This is as Eastern as my wisdom gets.”
Donna Meagle:
“Swanson, this handsome spiritual cowboy may actually be right about turning to the east. I have an idea, trust me?”
Andy Dwyer:
“Who cuts your hair?”
Ron Dunn:
“Nobody. Whenever my hair feels it has completed its journey, it simply sheds itself off.”
Ron Swanson:
“I hate you. So much.”
Ron Dunn:
“And I love you my brother.”