Paris: So, who's the boy? What boy? The boy you're dying to get a message from. I assume it's a boy.
Rory: Not necessarily.
Paris: Well, no one called, left a note, smoke signaled, Morse coded, semaphore flagged or came by. Male, female or hermaphrodite.
Rory: Okay, thanks.
Paris: I'm wide awake. It's your fault. You owe me Boggle.
Rory: Paris.
Paris: Boggle!
Rory: One game and then it's back to bed.