Lane: Okay, just one more time.
Rory: I have been telling you this story for an hour. It doesn't get dirty.
Lane: I can't help it. I'm obsessed. I'm totally living vicariously through you.
Rory: Why? You got kissed last weekend. Remember? You told me. That guy your parents set you up with. The one with the Lincoln Continental. What's his name? Patrick Cho.
Lane: Okay. Let's do a little compare and contrast here. You get kissed on the mouth by a cute, cool, sexy guy you really like and I get kissed on the forehead by a Theology major in a Members Only jacket who truly believes rock music leads to hard drugs.
Rory: Fair enough. You can live through me. But just remember that I have no idea what I'm doing.
Lane: I'm well aware of that.