Lane: Maybe he has a girlfriend.
Rory: Lane.
Lane: A tiny, perfect Korean girl that his parents will love and approve of.
Rory: Lane, you are a tiny, perfect Korean girl that his parents will approve of.
Lane: No, they'd know.
Rory: Know what?
Lane: Know I listen to the wrong music and wish I could go blond without looking bad. Or that I'd take a Whopper over kimchi in a heartbeat.
Rory: Now you're just going crazy.
Lane: So he doesn't like me, he won't call. It's not the end of the world. I'll live. I'll go on. There's always college, unless my parents get their way and then it's, "I take thee, Jesus, to be my lawful wedded husband."