Rory: Oh, I printed up some sample invitations for you. I made them on my computer. Lorelai: Awww. Rory: All you have to do is pick out a quote for the front page, and I'll print them up. Lorelai: Okay. Um "What is love? It is the morning and the evening star." Ugh. Rory: Sinclair Lewis. Lorelai: Sinclair Sappy Lewis. Rory: Fine, next. Lorelai: "And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! Hark! A deep sound strikes like a rising knell!" What is it with poetry? Rory: Lord Byron. Lorelai: Byron and Lewis, together again. Rory: Okay, last one. Lorelai: "We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty." Perfect! Rory: Mussolini it is.
Lorelai: Max, they're teenagers. They can kiss a little bit. Max: Okay, well, what do I do if Rory comes home drunk? Lorelai: Come on! Max: It happens. Lorelai: Not to Rory it doesn't. Max: I know. But theoretically, just in a make believe world, if she did, what would I do? Lorelai: Nothing. Max: Excuse me? Lorelai: No, you would do nothing. I would handle it. Max: So basically, I have no role in Rory's life. Lorelai: Max, Rory's done. She's brought up, she's Rory. You don't need a role. Max: Fine. Lorelai: I don't see the problem here. Max: Clearly. So, I should do nothing around here ever. Lorelai: No, not nothing ever. Max: What then? Lorelai: Well, making the garlic bread the other night was really good.