Paris: [on the phone] Hey, it's me.
Rory: Who's me?
Paris: Oh, my God. You don't recognize your best friend's voice.
Rory: Sorry, Paris. There's noise here.
Paris: So, I'm returning your call.
Rory: Thanks. I just wanted to tell you something. Brrrr! I'm coming back to Yale.
Paris: What was that sound?
Rory: That was a drum roll.
Paris: You really had to drum roll that? Of course you're coming back. What are you going to do without a college degree? Drive a forklift?