Col. Gracie: All life is a game of luck.
Cal: Mmm. A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson?
Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
Jack: Well, yes, ma'am, I do.
Ruth questions Jack, disdain pouring from her lips. Molly shoots her a hard look. Jack looks struck for an instant but recovers and answering unapologetically.