Dean: But now's your chance, there's no one else around.
Jess: Go home. Cool off.
Dean: Come on, make one of your Boy Scout references, or a good Farmer John joke. I got my Doose's Market apron with me, you want me to put it on, give you a little inspiration? I don't get it, what happened, you suddenly like me now?
Jess: Oh yeah, I was just about to invite you camping.
Dean: Good, okay, now we're getting somewhere.
Jess: I'm not gonna fight you, Dean.
Dean: Why?
Jess: 'Cause if I fight you, Rory's gonna think it's my fault, so just forget it, okay? Just forget it. Go home. Let it rest.
Dean: So Rory's got a nice little hold on you now, huh?
Jess: Geez.
Dean: Don't do that. How does it feel?
Jess: It feels like I'm with Rory and you're not.
Dean: You know, when all this happened with you and me and Rory, I figured I'd just stay out of everyone's way, that that would be easiest. But now, I'm looking at you and I'm thinking, I'm gonna run from him? The Glad Man. This is my town, I'm not hiding. And I don't have be remotely calm around you anymore, and I like that feeling. I like it a lot. Happy Thanksgiving, Jess.