[ Steve huffs, not waiting for him to put on his seatbelt before he's pulling back out onto the old highway. ] Yeah right. Tell anyone I gave you a ride home? I don't want people thinking I'm some kind of taxi service.

[ He knows that's not what Jonathan means, but this is easier. He taps his steering wheel as he takes a turn on an old back road shortcut he usually reserves for when he's nearing curfew and needs to shave a few minutes off his way home. ] So your dad kind of seems like an asshole. I can't believe he left you there. [ A pause.] That's probably something mine would do too.