Paris: The truth is, this is the first time in my life that I've consistently spent the night with a man.
Lorelai: Uh-huh.
Paris: I don't know the rules. I mean, obviously, the clothes have to come off for the actual sex part of the evening, but, afterward, what are you supposed to do? I mean, nightgowns are obviously out, but wearing nothing seems extreme and, in case of fire, completely impractical.
Lorelai: Oh, sure.
Paris: I wore a camisole one night and it almost strangled me. And I'm definitely not a teddy girl, so what does that leave?
Lorelai: Um... t-shirts.
Paris: But what does a t-shirt say about me?
Lorelai: Well...
Paris: More importantly. What does it say to Doyle about me?
Lorelai: Sweetie, it's just a t-shirt. They don't tend to be that chatty.
Paris: I don't know. Maybe I should reconsider the "completely naked" option. After all, I'm 21. If not now, when? I mean, right now, my ass is probably as good as it's ever going to get. I should exploit that, right?
Lorelai: Absolutely. Buy a video camera, go to town.
Paris: You know what, I'm starting to fade here.