Tristan: Hey Mary!
Rory: (says with disdain after receiving her first D grade) And it just keeps getting better.
Tristan: You look sad.
Rory: I'm fine.
Tristan: Bad grade?
Rory: I have to go.
Tristan: You know what, Mary? See, I just can't figure out why we're not friends. I think it's because I make you nervous.
Rory: I think it's because you can't learn my name.
Tristan: Do you have a boyfriend?
Rory: None of your business.
Tristan: Was that a no?
Rory: Is there no one else at this school you can bother?
Tristan: I think you like me, you just don't know how to say it.
Rory: Ooh boy.
Tristan: So what are you doing Friday night?
Rory: I'm busy.
Tristan: What, you gotta be back at the convent by five?
Rory: Please leave me alone.
Tristan: WELL, since you said please (backs away from her as she walks away). Later. Mary!