Rory: [bad British accent] Hello, governor. Chips?
Logan: I'm sorry. I was looking for my girlfriend.
Rory: Oh, I'm sorry, mate. No girlfriends here. Just us birds and blokes taking the piss out of each other.
Logan: Your accent is terrible, by the way.
Rory: Just go with it, you geezer.
Logan:
Now we have heard that you're about to fly away to old Blighty, and word 'round the pub has it you're not 'appy about it.
Logan: Well, I'm leaving a couple people I'm pretty fond of and some people I'm a little afraid of, but all in all...
Rory: Well, we're just going to have to change your mind, because London, you see, is a place of fun and musical excitement, the Queen, Hello! Magazine.
Logan: You're gonna break into a chorus of "Chim Chim Cher-ee" any minute, aren you?
Rory: Shush, now. None of that talk. Because tomorrow, brilliant things will happen. A new life, a new adventure. You like adventure, don't you, mate? Well, London is certainly the place for that, and we, frankly, would not be the fine chaps we claim to be if we did not send you off in a proper way with the bash of a lifetime! Come on. Someone get this chap a pint. See, if you can't be happy, at least you can be drunk.
Logan: Kiss me, Mary Poppins.
Rory: I thought it was more Gwyneth Paltrow, Shakespeare in Love. Kiss me.