Lorelai: Now, just give me a minute to concentrate. Cone of silence, please.
Luke: You got it. Hey, what are all your shoes doing down here?
Lorelai: You broke the cone.
Luke: Yeah. They're gonna get ruined.
Lorelai: Oh, well, talk to Paul Anka. He's one by one marched every pair of my shoes downstairs, and I have no idea why. Lined them up perfectly, too: left, right, left, right. He's very anal when he misbehaves.
Luke: Yeah. I'll clear them out.
Lorelai: No, no, no. Don't. I want him to march them back up himself. How else will he learn?