Jack: I'm Jack.
Paris: Paris.
Jack: Parents travel a lot?
Paris: Why?
Jack: Your name is Paris.
Paris: No. Did your parents change flat tires a lot?
Jack: What?
Paris: Or plug the phone into the wall a lot?
Jack: No.
Paris: Great. So we've cleared up that mystery. What's next on your fascinating list of talking points?
Jack: Uh... What's your major?
Paris: Seriously? You've got one minute to make an impression and that's all you can come up with? You want to know my sign, too, Jack? Or how about my favorite color or if I'm a "Britney" or a "Christina"? Here, I'll ask you a question. Was the last time you had an interesting thought when you considered flinging yourself off a building? [timer dings] Bye, Jack. I'll write mother immediately.