Rory: No, I don't want to be in politics. I just want to write about it.
Paris: You won't have to do anything. I'll do the work and make the speeches. You just have to sit there and be nice.
Rory: No. Bye. [walks away]
Paris: Harvard loves this kind of crap. [Rory walks back] Being Vice-President is just one more thing to put you ahead of the rest of hundreds of thousands of straight A students who are applying for the same spot you are. Think about it. You say no then comes the day when the letter from Harvard arrives. They've turned you down. Enjoy Connecticut State, sucker. Tell me you won't be thinking, "What if I had just run with Paris?" "What if the one thing that could have ensured my place behind those ivy-covered walls I just walked away from?"
Rory: Fine.
Paris: Yes. Okay.
Rory: I guess just being nice to people never occurred to you?
Paris: See, that is exactly what I need from you. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm for the new millennium. Hey, wear some braids tomorrow, with bows. I mean, hell, let's sell it, sister.