Luke: You been here all night?
Lorelai: Uh, I kept thinking I heard him.
Luke: Yeah, he does snore occasionally.
Lorelai: And then he was cold, so I put his jersey on him.
Luke: Yeah, I think he likes it.
Lorelai: Yeah. Every time I'd go back up to bed, you know, after checking on him, I just was convinced that he needed me, so I came back, and finally I just ended up here.
Luke: That's as good a place as any.
Lorelai: Yeah. He doesn't want to eat anything. I had all these milk-bones ready for him, but he doesn't want anything.
Luke: What's the baster for?
Lorelai: In case he's thirsty, but he can't lift his head, so I can just shoot water in his mouth.
Luke: Got it.
Lorelai: Doesn't seem to want anything.
Luke: He's gonna be okay. He's strong.
Lorelai: He's so helpless. It must be so awful to be sick when you're a dog 'cause you can't run or play, and you don't watch TV or do anything to pass the time. Watching a lot of TV is the only good part about being sick.