Kirk: I am. Giving Lulu the old heave-ho, hitting the eject button.
Luke: Kirk?
Kirk: I owe it all to you, buddy.
Luke: Me?
Kirk: You inspired me. I look at you, and I think, "this guy's doing it right. Slave to no master." You come home at 3:00 in the morning, no one cares. You want to eat dessert for dinner, no one cares. You walk around in tube socks and tighty whities, no one cares. No one cares what you do or where you go. So, what do you say, Luke? You want to be my wingman, Goose to my Maverick? [sings] You never close your eyes anymore When I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness
Luke: Listen, you pinhead, you should be kissing the ground that Lulu walks on. Why that sweet girl lets you within a hundred miles of her is beyond me, but she does. You are the luckiest man on the planet to have a girl like that looking out for you and caring about you. And if you say so much as one unkind word to her, I will personally break every bone in your body. You got me?