"Yes, and emphasize that Mr. Obama works very hard and deserves to be our president. Write down all his strong points and say them aloud at least twenty times, so that you can repeat them to people. Just in case anyone asks, 'why should I vote for Obama?' you already have an answer. Got it?" said Rory.
"Yeah," said Bob (random person helping with the Obama campaign)
"Okay, now go," said Rory
Rory's phone then began to ring.
"Hullo?" she said.
"Rory?"
"Paris?"
"When are you coming back?"
"Coming back…where?"
"I don't know. Stars Hallow. Hartford."
"Paris, I just came back."
"Yes."
"We've been apart for longer than a day before."
"Well when are you coming back?"
"I don't know, maybe next week. Obama is going to be in Massachusetts next week. Then I have the summer off luckily, which is thankfully only in one more month."
"I was thinking we could maybe get an apartment together with Doyle. You could invite that other friend of yours, the Asian one."
"For the hundredth time her name is Lane. And she's married, Paris."
"Well invite her straggly, rocker too. I'm not too flexible. He better not be messy. And it needs to be a house, a large house to contain five people. But hey life's about taking chances, right?"
"His name is Zach and they have babies, twins actually."
"Are they loud?"
"What?"
"Are the babies loud?"
"Paris, Lane isn't living with us. Neither is Zach or the twins."
"Are you sure because—" Paris said as Rory cut her off.
"No, Paris!"
Rory then hung up her phone. Then she sees Bob coming back towards her.
"Hey! Did you repeat twenty times?"
"Pretty much."
"There is no pretty much in politics mister. Go back and repeat it fifty times. Yes, I said fifty! See how good twenty sounds now. And you have to do it at my desk where I can see you. Well don't just stand there! Start!"