Luke: Our bedroom isn't sharing a wall with theirs, is it?
Lorelai: I have no idea.
Luke: You don't know the layout of the house?
Lorelai: I thought spermaceti was a pasta until three minutes ago.
Luke: It's weird staying at people's houses, tiptoeing around, using their sheets, drinking their weird tap water.
Lorelai: We'll stick to small beer. That's what they drank on the whaling boats. If it's good enough for the spermaceti boys...