Lane: When did this happen?
Rory: Nothing's happened. I don't even know what I'm doing exactly. Or what he's thinking or whether he's burned all my letters and pictures or hates me or what. But I'm going in.
Lane: I so encourage this. I love you. But you've been mopey, dopey and about 12 other melancholy dwarves, for the past five weeks. And I miss the old Rory.
Rory: I miss the old me, too.
Lane: I've been feeling bad for the new Rory.
Rory: Well, she's staging a comeback.
Lane: May it be more successful than Peter Frampton's.
Rory: Wish me luck.
Lane: Luck.