Shae's answering snort made very clear what he thought of that remark. Jack, keeping out of trouble? Nope, he wasn't buying that for a second. Trouble was practically part of his old friend's DNA...not that he really had room to talk.
Oh, and apparently Jack agreed with this.
Shae extended his pointer and thumb into a finger gun, aiming straight between Jack's eyes before taking a shot and recoiling his arm. "SOMEbody gotta take care' da duhty wohk. Can' all be big-shawt movie stahs. What you got lahn'd up nex'?"