What are you doing here? See, now, that's why you were voted ...
Luke: What are you doing here?
Lorelai: See, now, that's why you were voted Mr. Personality of the New Millennium. Where's your crown?
Luke: I just mean you don't usually come in at this time.
Lorelai: Well, I have to pick up Rory from school. (Luke pours her some coffee) Thank you.
Luke: You're welcome.
Lorelai: No lectures?
Luke: My blood sugar's low. I'll eat an apple and get back to you.
Lorelai: Hm. God, this has been one hectic, bizarro day for me.
Lorelai: Yeah. This morning with the being late, and my mother with her existing. Oh, and this father, this father from Chilton, he, uh, drove out to the inn all the way from Hartford just to ask me out.
Luke: Really? You going?
Lorelai: No. He's got a kid in school with Rory, and the whole thing just seemed a little weird.
Luke: Oh, good.
Luke: Yeah, I think it's good that you turned him down.
Luke: I mean, he's probably old, right?
Luke: Yeah. I mean, he's got a kid in high school.
Lorelai: Well, so do I.
Luke: Yeah, but you were young when you had Rory. Most people aren't that young. Most people are, uh. . .
Lorelai: Like this guy who asked me out.
Luke: But you're not going.
Lorelai: No, I'm not going.
(Luke nods and looks down. Lorelai smiles to herself)