He's real proud of his food. Took a lot of time to get real good at it, without bein' able to taste it himself.

[ Jesse sighs, shakes his head, seems to debate saying one thing and then decides on something else instead. He knows he'd be just the same, injured like that. Stubborn as hell. Makes it hard to be too mad about it. ]

Will you at least let me get you down the stairs? Because you're not walkin' it.

[ That last part is a statement, not a question. ]