Paris: Everyone always says that! This is my speaking voice. This is its natural volume! Fine, fine! Short-sighted morons.
Rory: What now, Paris?
Paris: We went to all this trouble to set up this stupid seminar. I say we, but let's face it, I did most of the work, and Mr. Hunter won't let me do it the way I want.
Rory: The panelists are up there. We sit across from them and ask questions. What's the problem?
Paris: It's boring and predictable and done to death. I wanted Charlie Rose.
Rory: To ask the questions?
Paris: His style. I wanted us sitting at a round table with black backdrops.
Rory: But the audience wouldn't be able to see anything.
Paris: I was working with the losers in the AV club to project it on a giant video screen. And all Mr. Hunter said was, "Paris, this isn't the Beatles at Shea Stadium." Nice anachronism, huh? Like they had video screens in sixty-three. His references are as topical as his suits.