Paris: Maybe I shouldn’t go. I mean, what if I fall for him and he doesn’t like me?
Rory: Then you’ll find someone else.
Paris: But what if there is no one else?
Rory: Then you’ll buy some cats.
Paris: I wish I knew if he was right for me, you know? So I don’t put myself through all of this for nothing. I mean, women fall for men who are wrong for them all of the time, and then they get sidetracked from their goals. They give up careers and become alcoholics and, if you’re Sunny von Bülow, wind up in a coma completely incapable of stopping Glenn Close from playing you in a movie.
Rory: I think you should wear your hair down.
Paris: How do you know if a guy is right for you?
Rory: You just have to feel it.
Paris: All I feel is my back breaking out.
Rory: You’ll know, okay? You just have to let it happen. And then, probably when you’re not looking, you’ll find someone who compliments you.
Paris: Meaning?
Rory: Someone who likes what you like, someone who reads the same books or listens to the same music or likes to trash the same movies. Someone compatible.
Paris: Okay.
Rory: But not so compatible that they’re boring.
Paris: Someone who’s compatible but not compatible.
Rory: Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting. Look, just have a good time, you’ll figure it out.
Paris: Yeah, well, I hope I figure it out fast. . .before I throw up
