Lane: [on the phone] Was it a four-way stop?
Rory: What does that matter?
Lane: I don't know. I don't know what to ask after you've been hit by a deer.
Rory: I don't see him.
Lane: Well, put salt down. Deer love salt.
Rory: Where am I gonna get salt?
Lane: Do you have a lunch?
Rory: Lane!
Lane: Sorry.