Lane Admits She Likes Zack

That's fun bickering, that's bickering we'll look back on in twenty years, slap each other on the backs and say, what ho, good times. So you'll be Dickens' characters in twenty years? You know what I mean. I know, but I have no right to be bothered by Zach luring women back to the apartment with cheap beer because I haven't told him I like him. I mean, if I had told him I like him and he was doing that, he'd be a creep of the first order. As it is, he's just exhibiting basic guy behavior, grunt caveman stuff, which to be honest is a bit of the appeal of Zach. So why don't you tell him there's a danger here? The roommate thing. The band thing. Yep. Need I mention the rock and roll casualties from intra-band dating? I know, they're numerous. Not that there's not success stories, I mean, you've got your Kramps, your Yola Tangos, your Kim and Thurstons. Sonny and Cher, the early years. Plus, you've got bands that have survived breakups, no doubt. Wish they hadn't. X, Superchunk, the White Stripes, but in the negative you have... Sonny and Cher, the later years. Jefferson Airplane, Fleetwood Mac. I know of two country music stars whose backup singers shot him in the groin. Whoa, that's wicked hate. My batteries are dead. Hang on, Lane. Your batteries? For my headphones? When's Dean getting here? Calm down, Paris. We're just going to watch a movie and you're welcome to join us. Please. You're 19. Unless it's Showa. You two are getting carnal. Sorry. You were saying? You've got the data. Now I need insight. I think you should just tell him. This is not going away. So find the right moment and see what he says. And don't mention all that intra-band dating stuff. Just follow your heart. Heart? The girls in Heart really screw things up big time. Hang on. Hello? Hey. It's me. Oh, hey. You about on your way? Unfortunately, no. I have no way to get there. Oh, what happened to your car? Uh, nothing. It's just, um, Lindsay needed it. Oh, right. I don't know what for. She just needed it for some reason and we're still kind of sharing it. Right. Drag. I look to see if there's a bus or something. That could take hours. Yeah. You want to come here? To Star's Hollow? How? Drive. You got your car? Oh, yeah. I do. Yeah, no, of course. Um, I have a car and I'll drive to you. Good. I mean, if you want to. Definitely. Yeah, and now Paris doesn't have to go get batteries. What? Oh, nothing. I'll see you in about an hour. My place? See you there. Bye. Sorry. That's okay. Listen, I'm going to play you two Rilo Kiley songs, one pre-Jenny Blake breakup, one post. Tell me if you hear a quality difference. Woo! Oh. Oh, man. I am flying. I mean it. I am two, three feet in the air. It was tight. That's the right term to throw in at this point, right? You know, no one plays guitar like you, Zach. Totally. It was more than just the gift, sweetheart. It was the material. We found our sound. Cheese works. This is a turning point. We have to go for it. You are going to be so famous. Will you remember us when you're huge? Nope. You're awful. I'm awful, too. Okay, who needs refills? I do. Me, too. I'm good. Grab us a cup of beers, would you? Okay. What are you doing in here? Come and join the party. I like you, Zach. I like you as more than a bandmate and more than a friend. I like you. I have liked you for some time now, and I don't think this feeling is going to go away. I just thought you should know. Here's your beer. I gotta get some air. I have Ken Burns Jazz on DVD if you're into that kind of thing.