Rory stood outside the jewellery store adjacent to the hospital.
TRIS: That's a nice brooch
RORY: Not bad, for…seven hundred dollars!!! Are they crazy? Who'd spend that much money on a little thing like that?
TRIS: My mom for one. Hey that's a nice ring!
RORY: Which one?
TRIS: The one you're looking at. Hello? Remember, I see what you see. Hey, that reminds me. Are we going to be going in any lingerie shops today? Changing rooms?
RORY: Not likely.
Rory hopped from one foot to the other.
TRIS: Geez, Rory. Just go already. I won't listen. I won't look. I promise.
RORY: No way, Tristan.
TRIS: Don't you trust me?
RORY: No!
TRIS: Hmmm, justifiably so. But if you get a UTI because of this, don't blame me.
RORY: What's a UTI?
TRIS: Urinary tract infection. Read Cosmo once in a while.
RORY: Somebody does.
TRIS: I read it for the horoscopes.
RORY: Suuure.
TRIS: It's true.
RORY: No it isn't
TRIS: Must we argue about everything?
RORY: Yes, I'd like things to be as normal as possible between us.
TRIS: Good luck sweet cakes.
RORY: Mmmm, cake.
TRIS: Have to agree with you there. Is that MY craving for chocolate cake or YOUR craving?
RORY: I'm not sure.
TRIS: Who cares? Let's get cake.
RORY & TRIS: With cream.
RORY: You read my mind.
TRIS: There's a cake store around the corner that has cake to die for.
RORY: Lead the way.
Rory walks, somewhat awkwardly towards the cake shop.
RORY: Stop making me walk so funny.
TRIS: You said lead the way, and I'm leading the way. It's not my fault your legs are shorter than mine.
RORY: Just give me the directions and I'll do the walking. Deal?
TRIS: Ever think of yourself as the dominatrix type?
RORY: I can't wait to get you out of my head.
TRIS: And into your pants? Hey, just kidding.
RORY: Urgh! I'm so gonna pinch you when I see you.