Lorelai: And, it's so hard to believe that at exactly this time many moons ago I was lying in exactly this same position... Rory: Oh, boy. Here we go... Lorelai: ...only I had a huge fat stomach and big fat ankles and I was swearing like a sailor... Rory: ...on leave... Lorelai: ...on leave! Right! And, there I was... Rory: ...in labor... Lorelai: ...and, while some have called it, the most meaningful experience of your life, to me it was something more akin to doing the splits on a crate of dynamite. Rory: I wonder if the Waltons ever did this. Lorelai: And, I was screaming and swearing, and being surrounded as I was by a hundred prominent doctors, I just assumed there was an actual use for the cup of ice chips they gave me. Rory: There wasn't. Lorelai: But, the pelting the nurses sure was fun.
Lorelai: Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow. Rory: Ah, it's that time of year. Lorelai: Can't you smell it? Rory: You know, it's like dogs and high-pitched noises. I think it's something only you can smell. (Rory sits down next to Lorelai and pulls a blanket over the both of them) Lorelai: I love snow. Rory: Really, I had no idea. Lorelai: Everything's magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats. Rory: Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps.