Lorelai Gilmore: [fitting Rory's new dress] Maybe we should bring it in a bit more. Rory: Oh, sure, but first why don't you use a medieval torture instrument to crush my ribs and flatten my spinal cord in order to accommodate your sadistic wishes. Lorelai Gilmore: Don't use subtlety on us, we're slow.
Sookie St. James: Not crying. Lorelai Gilmore: Crying a little. Sookie St. James: Crying a little, but not blubbering. That's what we meant when we said no crying. No blubbering. Rory: Thank you, Mom: you are my guidepost for everything. Sookie St. James: On the verge of blubbering here. Jackson Belleville: Not doing too well myself. Lorelai Gilmore: Not you, too. Luke Danes: I'm blubbering. You're freaks!