Paris: So, you never told me who the guy was.
Rory: Guy?
Paris: The guy you were dying for a message from. The guy who has you yoked to your cell phone.
Rory: I am not yoked to my cell phone. I can't hear it when it's in my pocket.
Paris: Oh, God! Tell me it's not Huntzberger.
Rory: What if it is?
Paris: With the hair, and the chin like he's the fourth Bee Gee?