Dean: I love you, Rory.
Rory: I love you, too, Dean. Are you comfortable? Am I killing your arm?
Dean: My arm is fine.
Rory: I could move.
Dean: Don't you dare move.
Rory: This right here, is the textbook definition of a perfect moment.
Dean: Yeah, it is.
Rory: And earlier?
Dean: That was pretty perfect too. However, as a guy, I was trying not to be a pig.
Rory: And I'm happy. Are you happy?
Dean: I'm very happy.
Rory: Happy, but not chatty?
Dean: I'm just trying to make sure that all this is really happening.
Rory: It is. [they kiss]