Luke: Wrong table.
Rory: Since when is there a right table?
Luke: Since the coffee cake I baked for you, and the stupid balloons I blew up are at that table, over there.
Rory: You blew up balloons for me?
Luke: Yeah.
Rory: Oh, Luke, you old softy.
Luke: I count to three, it's gone.
Rory: Thank you.