Paris: A tragic waste of paper.
Jess: I can't BELIEVE you just said that.
Paris: Well it's true. The Beats' writing was completely self-indulgent. I have one word for Jack Kerouac: Edit.
Jess: It was not self-indulgent, The Beats believed in shocking people, stirring things up.
Paris: They believed in drugs, booze, and petty crime.
Rory: Well, then you could say that they exposed you to a world that you wouldn't have otherwise known. Isn't that what great writing is all about?
Paris: That was not great writing. It was the National Enquirer of the 50's.
Jess: You're cracked.
Paris: Typical guy response. Worship Kerouac and Bukowski, God forbid you pick up anything by Jane Austen.
Jess: Hey, I've read Jane Austen.
Paris: You have?
Jess: Yeah, and I think she would have liked Bukowski.
Paris: What are you doing?
Jess: Salt and pepper dip, only way to eat a fry.
Paris: Really?
Rory: It's fast food gospel.
Paris: Mmmm. That's good. That's really, really good.
Jess: [Phone rings, and Rory leaves to answer it] Do you like hot sauce?
Paris: I don't know, should I?
Jess: I think it's wise.