[Ron returns to the bowling alley wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses]
Man: Here you go. Lane eight.
Ron Swanson: No, Lane 22. The one at the very end.
[When Ron bowls a ball just like Tom, he gets a strike]
Ron Swanson: Son of a bitch.
[He repeats the shot another nine times]
Man: Hey, perfect game. What's your name? Put it up on a wall.
Ron Swanson: I was never here, and you will never speak of this again