Paris: Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going, cowboy?
Logan: Nature calls.
Paris: You can't get up. Rory said you need complete bed rest. She trusted me with your well-being. I cannot betray that trust.
Logan: Then what's your suggestion for my current predicament?
Paris: I'll get the bedpan. Where's your bedpan?
Logan: I don't have a bedpan.
Paris: You got tupperware?