Rory: [on the phone] Plus, you have no car to transport your drums anywhere as of yet.
Lane: Or a driver's license.
Rory: Or any drums because you're borrowing them from the shop.
Lane: Temporarily until I can buy my own set... with money that I don't know where I'm gonna get.
Rory: Yup, you're right, that's more than a pickle.
Lane: You're making light – now stop and focus. And turn down the Cornershop, it's distracting.
Rory: No, your Coltrane is distracting, turn that down.
Lane: Hey, I'm in angst here and Coltrane speaks to my soul. I can't turn it down.
Rory: Fine, in deference to your soul, I'll turn mine down.