LOGAN: Hey, you watching it?

RORY: What?

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.

RORY: Now?

LOGAN: Yes, now! It’s supposed to start in like two minutes.

RORY: But…

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?

LOGAN: Hurry!

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?

[They Kiss]

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