Lane: See, my mom was in a good mood today because she made a big sale – a dining room table and eight chairs, none of which matched, that have been hanging around the shop since I was four.
Rory: Oh, I'm gonna miss those.
Lane: Get over it. Anyway, I sat her down and I told her that I really wanted to go to the prom. And I know she doesn't approve of such things, but if she lets me go, we will do it her way.
Rory: But her way would be not to let you go.
Lane: Yes, she said that also. But then I went on to clarify that if she lets me go, she would get full dress approval, full chaperone approval, I promise not to actually dance at the prom, and whatever boy I go with will be required to attend at least four family dinners before she signs off on him being my escort.
Rory: Nice move on using the word escort instead of the word date.
Lane: The subliminal is half the battle, Rory.
Rory: Go on, go on.
Lane: So, she sat there, took it all in, and after a really long pause, she looks at me and says, "Maybe."
Rory: You got a maybe from Mrs. Kim.
Lane: I got a maybe from Mrs. Kim.