RORY: I wonder how beer tastes with ice cream in it.
LOGAN: I give you one month.
RORY: To do what?
LOGAN: Before you’re back at school. One month.
RORY: You are wrong.
RORY: Oh, I cannot believe how little faith you have in me. I mean, what kind of match would I be for you if I just went running right back to a life of respectability without even attempting to join the French Foreign Legion?
LOGAN: You love school.
RORY: Not anymore.
LOGAN: No. You love school. I saw it. That doesn’t just go away.
RORY: Well, I have reformed, all right? From now on, no more scheduling. No more planning. I am just going to spend my days making ice cream beer floats and just taking life as it comes. You’ll see. New me.
LOGAN: If you say so.
RORY: I do say so.