Tommy: See, this is the kind of authentic Americana that you don't find in Rutherford.
Harry: Nope, only if you stand on our toilet and look out our bathroom window.
Tommy: What do you say to a cup of Joe and a hunk of pie?
Harry: I say, "Hello, pie."
Tommy: What am I, with the Rain Man? Where's the money? [Harry retrieves a few coins out of his pocket] I thought we had more money than this.
Harry: Well, I thought I had smaller holes in my pockets, but hey, that's what life on the road is all about. You know? Discovery.
Tommy: So then, what, are we completely tapped out now? No, you know what? This is good. This is good news, Harry. This is how stories are born. Yeah, I feel like Kerouac strolling into Bakersfield, broke, looking to make some walkin' money.
Harry: And I feel like Waldo. At the beach, poking out from behind that cabana.