[about telling the Gilmores about Luke and Lorelai breaking up]
Rory
Well just tell them real quick. Like ripping a band-aid off.
Ripping a band-aid off that's been super glued, stapled, and surgically imbedded in my arm.
Rory
Just tell them and we can move on. We can talk about more pleasant things like the Middle East.
[Lorelai breaking a pop-tart into several small pieces]
Rory
Are you enjoying your breakfast?
I don't know if I like pop-tarts.
Rory
Did you fall on your head while you were sleeping?
I don't know. Do I like this? Is this something that I like?
Rory
So you fell on your head and now you have some kind of very specific amnesia is that it?
Did he talk about my sparkling eyes and my glossy raven hair?
Rory
Look I'm not going to pass notes between you guys.
What if Emily Post says that's part of the appropriate protocol?
Rory
If you can get it in writing from the ghost of Emily Post, then I will pass as many notes as you want....I just want you to be careful.
Is this the sex talk? Because even if the ghost of Emily Post says it's OK. It is just plain weird.
Rory
And did you hear what she called us? 'Adorable.' She called us an 'adorable' couple.
Wait she said that out loud?
Rory
Yes. 'Adorable.'
Wow, you want me to go back there and kick her ass?
Rory
'Adorable is what you say about a Full House re-run. Its not what you say about something that lasts. The Great Wall of China, the Pyramids...no one called them 'adorable.'
Rory
Hey, What’s going on?
Well, Stars Hollow smells like pickles.
Rory
Pickles?
Rory
Pickles pickles?
Rory
Why?
Because a pickle train crashed.
Rory
Is this a joke? A long boring joke that I’m not going to get?
No it's no joke, the town smells like pickles because the pickle train was derailed.
Rory
A train full of pickles, who knew there was such a thing?
Rory
Pickle train conductors, for one. Sounds so fun. I would have been the greatest pickle train conductor. Can you see me, “All aboard you pickles.”
Rory
Clearly you missed your calling.
Well luckily there’s you. You're young, you’re clever, you’re our great pickle train conducting hope.
Rory
I can’t believe I’m missing this.
Well you can celebrate next year on the anniversary. Now what’s going on with you?
Rory
Well, I can’t make it to Friday night dinner tonight, but I have a very good excuse.
Pickle Train Conducting Seminar?
Rory
Logan’s in town.
Rory
Yeah he showed up last night. It was a total surprise.
I can’t believe you let me go on and on about pickle train conducting when you had actual news.
Rory
You had news, Stars Hollow smells like pickles. I can completely see that scrolling along the CNN crawl.
Logan in town is totally pre-pickle news. How long is he here for?
Rory
6 and ½ more hours. He flew in yesterday, bought a company, and he’s flying back out tonight.
Oh my God, what are you guys going to do with your precious remaining hours? Or don’t I want to know.
Rory
Mom.
Well, you might be farming rutabagas or something, and I wouldn’t want to know because...boring.
Rory
Well, tonight I’m meeting him in Manhattan to celebrate.
Rory
Rutabaga farm, actually. Oh, but I'm sorry about dinner. I didn’t mean to abandon you in your time of need.
No worries. I’m not going to be totally defenseless; I’m bringing your dad.
Rory
Really? Wow!
Yeah! I thought it was time he meet the parents.
Rory
OK, that is pre-pickle news, my friend.
Aww, this conversation has been a disaster hasn’t it?
Rory
Yes it has.
Alright. Brring Brring. Hi Rory, how are you?
Rory
Hi, Mom. Logan’s in town.
Oh my goodness, that's wonderful.
Rory
We're farming rutabagas.
Oh! You're a filthy child. I will disown you. Bringing your father to dinner. Pickles, Pickles, Pickles, smell, pickle train conducting.
Rory
Alas, alack.
Rory
The best.
[On the phone with Rory]
Hey we're here. With bells on. And nothing else. Except leg warmers, rollerskates, and Groucho Marx's glasses...We are near a big brick building and near an old tree.
Tell her we're by the L-shaped building that from the top looks like a Polaroid camera.
Rory
Believe it or not, I don't know what all of Yale's buildings look like from the sky.
Well how ignorant of you honey. -[to Christopher] Rory says that she doesn't give two figs about Yale's architecture.
Rory
No just one and a half.
What about instead of La Boheme we took our inspiration from Rent? East Village. 1985. Rickety tables. Chipped glassware. [phone rings] Excuse me. Hello?
Rory
How goes the party planning?
Rory
That good huh?
Rory
I am not participating in this
Oh my God. What can I do? What do you need?
Rory
You are not using this phone call to get out of party planning hell.
Oh...I'll be right there.
Rory
Mom.
I can hear Rory on the other end. You are not as clever as you think you are.
...
Rory
OK so I'll call you later? Ok?
The stairs are rickety, and you think you might fall down them?
Rory
Mom.
The pool is empty and you think you might have hit your head??
I didn't let any Christmas happen. I Grinched it up so hard I didn't even let it snow! Thanks to me. Our agreement. Our pledge. Our oath!
Rory
You stopped the snow?!?
Yes. Sheer force of will. We said no Christmas, so I had no Christmas.
Rory
You must have had a little Christmas.
Rory
What, no presents?
Rory
No tree?
Rory
No egg nog?
No egg. No nog. I sat in the dark with the lights off and ate gruel.
Rory
So, no snow?
Yeah. I did an anti-snow dance. It was humiliating and arduous but I had made a promise to my daughter.
Rory
Humiliating?