"I do not snore!"
"I'm going out to buy you those little nose tapes now," he assured her.
"Hey! Is that nice?"
"Now I understand why Rory took the downstairs bedroom. Milk, please."
"Who opened this morning? Here, we're almost out. I'll get more after work."
"Lane. No, I'll get it. You'll forget."
"I'm only with you for the antique clock, you know."
"I'll remember that."
"Oh crap, it's seven thirty. Should I drop you, or are you going to walk?"
"Drop me. Here."
"What are you doing?"
"It looks like snow and, Newsflash: A scarf is not just a fashion accessory, it's supposed to keep you warm."
"Blasphemy!"
"Wrap it around your neck."
"I know how to wear a scarf, Luke."
"Yeah, but you don't. I really don't need you to catch a cold."
"Aw, sweet, you care about me."
"All self preservation. Snoring only gets worse when you're sick."
"Oh man, you are so walking to work," she pulled the door closed behind them.
