Dean: Since your mother's going to be gone, maybe I'd come over.
Rory: What? I was thinking of pulling kind of a hermit thing tonight.
Dean: Why?
Rory: I don't know. J.D. Salinger seems to dig it.
Dean: You don't want me to come over?
Rory: No, I just... I almost never get the house all to myself, and I thought with my mom gone I can finally do my laundry exactly the way I like it. You know, not separating into whites and colors, but the colors separated into darks, mediums, and lights. With a separate pile for white T-shirts and T-shirts with some kind of writing on them like "Rock Star", "Evil", or "Kafka Was Here".
Dean: You want to be alone to do laundry?
Rory: And watch TV, and eat the Indian food I love but my mom hates the smell of, and go to bed early, and...