He's found satisfaction in simplicity. The simple act of drinking a cold beer, of fucking his girl, of achieving a level of honesty, of successfully avoiding work. He's figured it out. From the tiny speaker in the neighbor's television comes the sound of a roaring crowd capped by the announcer's pointless skronk. Some overpaid goon must've scored a touchdown or something.
Night comes down on the trailer park.
We're still sitting here. In the dark, Bernard's teeth could be pearls. Always so much to see. But the football game is nearly over. Once the game has ended, it's gonna be good night, I think.