Rory: You know, I could put the phone away if it's bothering you.
Paris: Don't. That pathetic boat you're in? I'm first oarsman.
Rory: How so?
Paris: I'm waiting for Doyle to call. I expected a call yesterday to set something up for last night, but it never came. So I ate a family-sized bag of salt and vinegar potato chips and went to bed at seven-thirty.
Rory: That was the smell.