Tristan:
And she's reading again. How novel.
Rory:
Good-bye, Tristan.
Tristan:
Did you get the novel thing? Because...
Rory:
I said good-bye.
Tristan:
What are you doing here?
Rory:
I like lines.
Tristan:
The guy's supposed to buy the tickets.
Rory:
Really. Does Susan Faludi know about this?
Tristan:
Unless of course there is no guy.
Rory:
There's a guy
Tristan:
A Cheap guy.
Rory:
Well, what can I say? I like 'em cheap. Sloppy too - bald spot, beer gut, you know, and the pants that kind of slip down in the back, giving you that good plumber shot. That sends me through the roof.
Tristan:
So who is he?
Rory:
How many languages can you say 'none of your business' in.
Tristan:
Does he go to this school?
Rory:
No, he doesn't.
Tristan:
Uh-huh. Well, look, OK, I'll confess something to you. I don't have a date.
Rory:
Well I hear Squeaky Fromme is up for parole soon. You should keep a good thought.
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