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.
Lorelai: Please, Luke. Please, please, please. Luke: How many cups have you had this morning? Lorelai: None. Luke: Plus... Lorelai: Five, but yours is better. Luke: You have a problem. Lorelai: Yes, I do. Luke: Junkie. Lorelai: Angel. You've got wings, baby.