Logan: You don’t like me. You don’t know me, but you don’t like me. Rory: I know you. Logan: You do? Rory: We met yesterday. With Marty. Logan: Marty? Rory: Marty—my friend Marty. He bartended for you. Logan: Yes, Marty. I’m sorry. It slipped my mind. Of course I met you yesterday with Marty. Nice to see you again… Rory: Rory! Logan: Nice to see you again, Rory. You’re looking well. Angry works for you.