George: Hey, guys. I'm getting a little tired.
Turk: Okay, well, take a quick nap.
George: You guys will be here when I wake up?
J.D.: Of course.
George: Hey, man. That beer tasted great.
J.D.: [v.o.] George never did wake up. And even all that talking didn't make death any easier. At least, not for us. Maybe in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one. Even if it's just about the taste of an ice, cold beer.
[Turk and J.D. have a beer on the roof:]
Turk: George was right. This beer is good.
J.D.: I wouldn't know. I don't really like beer.
J.D.: Goodbye, George. [fires flare]