RORY: Listen. You’re going to be getting a note from the Gilmores sometime soon. Maybe in the mail, maybe hand delivered tonight. For all I know, a carrier pigeon is heading for your room as we speak. You might want to open your window.
LOGAN: Why is a carrier pigeon heading here?
RORY: They want to have you over for dinner.
RORY: They’re flipping out about it. She’s sending an apology for being so remiss as to wait one whole week since I had dinner at your house to extend an invitation. I mean, they’re losing it. So I’m calling to warn you, and, I want you to know, I didn’t suggest us having dinner with them or encourage it in any way. And I definitely did not refer to you as my b-word in front of them or even imply it in any way. Because, you know, I’m really happy with the way things have been going and I don’t want any pressure put on us, and I’m sorry, and I think I already said that, and that’s it.
LOGAN: What are the odds of getting out of this?
RORY: Pretty much zero.
LOGAN: Then let’s do it.
LOGAN: Yeah, it won’t be so bad.
RORY: Well, you are a true gentleman. [She hears a bang from Logan’s end of the phone.] Oh, my God, what was that?
LOGAN: Carrier pigeon. Should have opened the window.
RORY: Not funny.
LOGAN: Kinda funny.
RORY [smiling]: Bye.