Rory: Paris, it's on my book bag. I'm late for class, and you put a printing press on my book bag?
Paris: Well, sorry. It's from my dead boyfriend, okay? I apologize if my grief is inconveniencing you. Maybe I'll just put myself on an iceberg and float myself out to sea so that no one will have to deal with my suffering.
Rory: Well, just get that thing off my bag before you go.