LOGAN: Hey, you watching it?
LOGAN: The meteor shower.
RORY: What meteor shower?
LOGAN: It’s on the news the BBC said there’s some huge meteor shower tonight. I thought we could watch it together.
RORY: Uh, Logan, I have been in the library for the past nine hours. I don’t know anything about any meteor showers. But I could use a regular shower, though.
LOGAN: Go up on the roof and check it out.
LOGAN: Yes, now! It’s supposed to start in like two minutes.
LOGAN: Ace! This is once-in-a-lifetime celestial event. Get going.
RORY: Okay, okay. I’m getting. I’m going.
LOGAN: Are you running?
RORY: I’m running! I’m running! Who knew you were such an astronomy buff?
RORY: What has gotten into you?
[Rory makes it to the roof]
LOGAN: Nice night.
RORY: Oh, my god! You’re here! What are you doing here?
LOGAN: [Chuckles] Happy to see me?
RORY: Beyond happy! [They hug] Ecstatic! I can’t believe you’re here! And look at me — I’m covered in highlighter ink and I smell like Fritos and ginger ale.
LOGAN: It’s an aphrodisiac.
RORY: You’re here and you did all this?
LOGAN: You like?
RORY: I love, but you didn’t have to do this. I mean, you’re here. It’s enough. It’s more than enough.
LOGAN: Could you shut up now so I can kiss you?
RORY: So there is no meteor shower?
LOGAN: No meteor shower.
RORY: So you used the entire cosmos to trick me?
LOGAN: I like to think big.
RORY: So, what is going on? What, Why are you here?
LOGAN: I’m kissing my girlfriend on the roof. Mmm.
RORY: [Gasps] Ooh! A 2003 red something. Oh I bet it’s very oaky and corky and full of fruity legs.
LOGAN: Know a lot about wine, do you?
RORY: Not so much, but the label’s pretty.
LOGAN: There’s also gazpacho, that cheese-pie thing you love, plus flan.
RORY: Ooh, flan! You got me flan?
LOGAN: Doesn’t take much to make you happy, does it?
RORY: Not when you’re on this continent.
7.05 - The Great Stink