Rory:
Please, just tell me why you're here.
Dean:
I don't even know...
Rory:
Yes, you do!
Dean:
Because I thought that you? Oh, forget it.
Rory:
No.
Dean:
I thought you were trying to talk to me.
Rory:
Oh?
Dean:
I mean, you came to my house?
Rory:
Oh, no that? that wasn't me.
Dean:
It *was* you.
Rory:
It must have been someone that looked like me...
Dean:
My sister recognized you from the pictures in my box.
Rory:
What box?
Dean:
The box I have of us, pictures and letters from you and everything...
Rory:
You have a Rory box?
Dean:
And what was going on at that town meeting, all that stuff about writing a song?
Rory:
I don't know what I was talking about...
Dean:
And it had nothing to do with me?... Well, I must have imagined it all, then. Your boyfriend is waiting.
Rory:
He's not my boyfriend, I *hate* him!
Dean:
Whatever.
Rory:
Dean!
Dean:
What?
Rory:
Stop!
Dean:
Why?
Rory:
Because I love you, you idiot!
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