Dean: okay. So, we have today for your dining pleasure a choice of sandwiches. All fairly fresh, though slightly dented so as to afford me the eighty percent employee discount that Taylor throws in with the paycheck.
Rory: He's a heck of a humanitarian, that Taylor.
Dean: Ah, we have a battered chicken salad, a bruised tuna salad, a ham that survived the creamed corn assault of 2004, and something grey.
Rory: Toss that.
Dean: Gotcha.
Rory: Well, this is a very nice spread you've assembled here.
Dean: Well, when you're dating an Ivy League girl, you have to pull out all the stops. Chip pieces?
Rory: Yes, please.