(about Max knowing his way around the kitchen) Rory: He has much knowledge. Lorelai: We shall form a cult around him. Rory: Build a statue many stories high. Lorelai: We shall grow our hair long and stop bathing.
Lorelai: Rory, I love you. I would take a bullet for you. But I'd rather stick something sharp in my ear than go to the club with you. Rory: Fine. Lorelai: I'd rather slide down a banister of razor blades and land in a pool of alcohol than go to the club with you. Rory: I got it. Lorelai: Don't stop me, I'm on a roll. I'd rather eat my own hand than go to the club with you. Ooh, I'd rather get my face surgically altered to look like that lunatic rich lady with the lion head than go to the club with you. Rory: Would you like me to drive so you can continue your diatribe? Lorelai: Would ya? Thanks. I'd rather cut off my head and use it as a punch bowl than go to the club with you.