Zach: I thought it was clear.
Lane: How, how?
Zach: I cooked. I never cook.
Lane: I don't know that you've never cooked. I've known you, what, two years? This could be a dormant hobby.
Zach: I lit candles.
Lane: I thought you were trying to save on electricity. Very prudent.
Zach: I told you I wanted to have a special evening with you.
Lane: That's a clue?
Zach: I don't say crap like "special evening", Lane. I play guitar.
Lane: Okay!
Zach: But I lined the path to the bedroom door with rose petals? You had to have seen that.
Lane: I thought you tracked them in. You're always stepping in things, Zach.

Rory: [on the phone] We were both wrong.
Logan: About?
Rory: Hemingway's manuscripts were stolen in Hadley's suitcase at the Gare de Lyon.
Logan: Huh.
Rory: Yep. Just thought you should know we're both dumb.

Emily: Hello, Luke. When you get a moment, I'd like to have a word with you.
Luke: I'm busy right now.
Emily: That's fine. I'll just wait here until things die down. [reads menu] You have a wide selection here. What is mud pie?
Kirk: Oh, that's awesome. It's chocolate pie with Oreo cookie crust, and sometimes you can get Luke to put gummy worms in it, like worms in the mud, so, you can imagine.
Emily: Well, you've painted a wonderful picture. Your coffeemaker seems to be full now.
Luke: Coffee, Kirk?
Kirk: Oh, no. I can't drink coffee. It makes my lungs hurt. [Luke pours Kirk a coffee] Thanks.