And try to stop Chuck from his dreams? The fuck kind of asshole does Chuck think he is?

"Yeah, actually, you know what," he shoves his chair back and gets up as well, tossing his own cash down, "I've suddenly lost my appetite. But you go on and go, you're damn good at that."

He turns on his heel at that, and marches right out of the restaurant, leaving his jacket on the the chair.