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 1 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? Rory: 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 Austin. Jess: Hey, I've read Jane Austin 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. Rory: Really? Rory: It's fast food gospel. Paris: Mmmm. That's good. That's really really good. [Phone rings, and Rory leaves to answer it] Jess: Do you like Hot sauce? Paris: I don't know, should I? Jess: I think it's wise.