LOGAN: Okay, the night’s young. Where are we going next?
RORY: I don’t think I can move.
JULIET: You’re full?
RORY: I’m full.
JULIET: Is it fabulous?
RORY: You know, Juliet, it doesn’t suck.
FINN: Let’s go to the Alligator Lounge.
LOGAN: Yes. Perfect. Zydeco music. You’ll love this place.
RORY: Well, I –
LOGAN: What do you say, Marty? You up for a little Cajun craziness?
MARTY: Uh, I –
COLIN: Okay. I got it. Everybody owes seventy-five bucks. Pony up, please, so we can get the hell out of here.
MARTY: Seventy-five?
LOGAN [to Rory]: I got you.
RORY: Okay. [to Marty] Are you okay? Do you have enough?
MARTY: Uh, I don’t –
LOGAN: Hey, don’t sweat it, man. I can cover you, too.
MARTY: No thanks.
LOGAN: It’s no big deal. I invited you. My treat.
MARTY: It’s okay. I just need to find an ATM. I’ll be right back. [He leaves.]
RORY: Marty –
COLIN: An ATM. My, how quaint.
RORY: I’ll be right back.
LOGAN: You okay?
RORY: Oh, yeah. No, I’m fine. I just – I think I remember seeing a bank across the street, so I’ll go catch Marty.
[Rory comes outside. She sees Marty standing looking at the sidewalk.]
RORY: You couldn’t find an ATM?
MARTY: Oh, no, there’s at least six ATM’s within a two block radius. And every single one of them is going to tell me that I only have eighteen dollars in my account. And then I believe they will flip me off.
RORY: Well, I think some of the more reputable banks have suspended their flipping off policies.
MARTY: I can’t go back in there. I can’t leave. So here I stand, frozen on the sidewalk.
RORY: Here. I have some money.
MARTY: No.
RORY: Marty, just take it.
MARTY: I’m not going to take your money.
RORY: Well, you’re not going to just stand out here for the rest of the night.
MARTY: Well, why not?
RORY: Because. At the very least, when all those guys come out of the restaurant, they’ll see you. Come on. Please, Marty. Look, just say you found an ATM, take the money, we’ll go inside, you’ll hand it to the guys, and then we’ll leave. You and me.
MARTY: What about the Zydeco club?
RORY: Well, I’ve never felt the need for Zydeco before in my life. No need to change that now. Come on, please?
[Marty accepts the money that Rory is holding out.]
MARTY: Yeah. And I thought getting pantsed at the prom was going to be the low point in my life.

JULIET: Oh, God, the smell of this food is making me ill.
RORY: Mmm, I think it’s delicious.
JULIET: How can you eat like that?
ROSEMARY: Juliet hasn’t eaten a meal since 1994.
JULIET: My metabolism simply doesn’t accept food.
LOGAN: Yes, that must be it. A modern medical miracle. May I? [He pours some of his beer into Rory’s glass.]
RORY: Sure. Hey, Marty, do you want some beer?
LOGAN: Here you go, man. I got you. [He pours.]
MARTY: Thanks.
FINN: Rosemary’s going home with me tonight. I just thought everyone at this table should know.
ROSEMARY: Oh, Finn, you do hallucinate.
JULIET: Are you going to eat that fried shrimp?
RORY: I think I am.
JULIET: Oh, God, can I watch?
LOGAN: Juliet, just eat something!
JULIET: No! I am not eating until I get married to some gorgeous but very poor man who will sign an iron-clad pre-nup and get very, very fat, but he won’t ever leave me because he would be cut off without a penny and die in a trailer park.
FINN: My God, that is brilliant.
ROSEMARY: That is sick.
FINN: I agree with anything Rosemary says tonight.
ROSEMARY: Not going home with you, Finn.