Rory: This isn’t Shakespeare.
Jess: It’s not?
Rory: It’s the words to a Clash song.
Jess: Ah, now, but which Clash song?
Rory: Hey, I’m not the one being tested right now.
Jess: Ten seconds.
Jess: Nine, eight, seven.
Rory: Stop it.
Jess: Six, five, four.
Rory: You know you’re really starting to…
Rory: Ooh, ooh, Guns of Brixton!
Jess: A plus.
Rory: Why would you even agree to this studying thing in the first place?
Jess: Because Luke said I had to.
Rory: You’ve never done anything because someone said you had to.
Jess: I moved here because someone said I had to.
Rory: Very different.
Jess: Yeah, well… hey, do you wanna get outta here?
Jess: I’m sick of studying.
Rory: How can you be sick of studying? You haven’t done any studying. You’ve done card tricks, you’ve made coffee, you’ve tried to explain to me how on earth Coldplay could be considered an alternative band, but as of yet, no studying.
Jess: That’s your car?
Rory: Yes, it is.
Jess: Okay, tell you what. Let’s go get some ice cream, and then when we get back, I’ll study.
Rory: This is a diner, there’s ice cream here.
Jess: Yes, but we don’t have any cones.
Jess: I need cones.
Rory: Well, so, if we go get ice cream…
Jess: In cones.
Rory: Then you will be a perfect student for the rest of the night?
Jess: That’s right.
Rory: I could not believe you less. Here, you drive, I’ll read you Othello. Won’t that be fun?
Jess: You have no idea how much.