Paris: How could I have not gotten into Harvard? Five generations of Gellers have gotten into Harvard. Even if I was the Billy Carter of the family, the name is still supposed to carry some weight.
Rory: Paris.
Paris: They had to really not like me for me to not get in. It's like they know me or something.
Rory: Stop. I know how much this meant to you, Paris, but you are going to get just as good an education at one of the other great schools you're destined to get into. And you know what? Maybe it's a good thing that you're going to a different school than the rest of your family. You'll be doing your own thing, starting your own tradition. Doesn't that sound exciting?
Paris: I can't believe I slept with Jamie. I'm a slut.
Rory: No, you're not. You love him.
Paris: What if he doesn't love me anymore? What if he doesn't think I'm special anymore? How am I going to tell him I didn't get into Harvard? What am I gonna do?
Rory: Paris, I don't know why you didn't get into Harvard, but you are so smart and so special and you'll see, everything's gonna be fine.