Rory: It sucks. Things were good. School was good, Dean was good. Now my mother and I are barely speaking. Mom and Grandma are barely speaking. Dean's new name is Narcolepsy Boy.
Lane: How's he taking it?
Rory: I haven't talked to him since it happened.
Lane: That's four days ago.
Rory: I know.
Lane: Has he called?
Rory: I told him not to.
Lane: And he listened?
Rory: No.
Lane: Good boy.