(Lorelai is sitting at a table watching Rory and Lane out the window.)
Luke: Coffee? (no answer) Aw, come on. Are you mad at me too? I mean, a man can't choose whether or not he wants a picture of a fat, stupid bird on his wall? My God, that's the reason the damn Pilgrims came here in the first place.
Lorelai: Luke, I wasn't snubbing you. I didn't hear you and now I'm concerned about you.
Luke: Sorry, just feeling a little persecuted lately. Coffee?
Lorelai: Please.
Luke: You OK?
Lorelai: Yes, I'm fine.
Luke: You don't look fine.
Lorelai: Well thank you.
Luke: I just meant you look concerned.
Lorelai: I'm preoccupied.
Luke: You look concerned.
Lorelai: Well I'm not.
Luke: Fine, you just look it.
Lorelai: Hey, you know some streamers would look so great in here.
Luke: OK, I'm done.
Lorelai: Thank you.
(Later...Luke comes back to the table)
Luke: I'm not gonna say you look concerned.
Lorelai: I'm not gonna talk about how good you'd look dressed like one of the guys from The Crucible.
Luke: Fair enough.