Rory: So, drink, dinner, movie, that's really what we're doing tonight?
Logan: I don't understand why you won't just believe me. I'm tired, I just want a mellow evening with my girlfriend.
Rory: Last time you were mellow you had a hundred and four fever and even then, we were bar-hopping for an hour before you fainted.
Logan: I didn't faint, I passed out.