[You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din. The Guy here hasn't said that yet but the one at home has and Kyle knows he thinks it, in his heart, and he can't understand why.

He drums his fingers on the table. It's unconscious, but the tune is The Sound of Silence.

Then, he points to a picture on the menu.] This is good. [and gestures to the waitstaff to get two of them, before he turns his attention back to Jim.]

Huh. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools—

[He's perhaps recited it for someone else too often.]