Jack: Jerry, it's getting late. You've cleaned up the car. You've made all your phone calls. Why are you still here?
Jerry: Well, I uh, maxed out my credit cards, and I don't have enough cash for a hotel room. So...
Jack: You are uh, thinking of staying here?
Jerry: Well...
Jack: You've got some nerve. I almost break my neck in that death-trap of yours, and now you ask me for a favor!
Jerry: You didn't like that crack about the pen.
Jack: I did not.