Luke: So what did you get out of this Kerouac trip of yours? You write the great American novel or something? You learn how to play the harmonica?
Jess: What do you care, you're not my guardian anymore.
Luke: And I bless every day that I'm not.
Jess: Well, when you're not good at something, it's best to cut and run.
Luke: Aww, I'm sorry I tried to give you a decent life, Jess. I'm sorry I didn't think driving a fork-lift for the rest of your life was good enough for you.
Jess: Oh that is condescending, isn't it? I thought you were a friend of the working man.