Luke: Look at this. French toast, pancakes, buttermilk pancakes. You stole my menu.
Kirk: You did not invent pancakes, Luke. Anyway, I heard Luke's went out of business.
Luke: Luke's did not go out of business. Luke's is closed for repairs. And you want to know why it's closed? Because some nincompoop yesterday drove his car through my diner!
Kirk: Would you care to step outside for a moment, Luke?
Luke: Outside? Outside what?
Kirk: I think it would behoove you not to use slanderous language like nincompoop in my place of business, Luke, because, let me tell you, it is only out of the kindness of my heart that I am not suing the pants off of you.
Luke: [laughs] You're gonna sue me after you crash a car into my diner and bust a giant hole in my wall?
Kirk: For all you know, I could have brain damage.
Luke: Oh, I'm pretty sure you do. You know what, Kirk? Go ahead. Sue me. Crash into my diner, make me lose a week's business, make me pay for the repairs, and then sue me for damages - for brain damages! That sounds fair.