Paris: We're better than this, you and me. We're the children of Emma Goldman and Hillary Clinton. Strong, independent. We're better than this.
Rory: Apparently not.
Paris: I blame Chilton. Great education, but horrific socialization. We need guidance.
Rory: I'm not calling Love Line.
Paris: Rory, come on. We're sitting in a sea of expertise in this field. The college campus. There's no end of knock-headed bimbos with tons of dross to dispense. There's two now.
Rory: Paris, don't.
Paris: Althea! Janet! Come here.
Rory: You hate Althea and Janet.
Paris: Granted, they know nothing of Ukrainian politics or the periodic table, but when it comes to boys, they're brighter than the Brontes.