Lorelai: Kirk, get out of here. Take your jacket and your dippy Star Trek device and your creepy new career and scram.
Kirk: Fine. But I would've expected a little more cooperation from you, considering what I'm doing for your parents.
Lorelai: What are you doing for my parents?
Kirk: Oh, shoot. I should not have said that.
Lorelai: Said what?
Kirk: Nothing. I can neither confirm nor deny that your parents are looking for a place in Stars Hollow.
Lorelai: [gasps] My parents are looking for a place in Stars Hollow?
Kirk: I can't say. The realtor trainee-client privilege is sacrosanct. The manual's very clear on that.
Lorelai: How long have they been looking?
Kirk: I've already said too much. It isn't even my account. The entire firm is working on it.
Lorelai: How long, Kirk?
Kirk: All I know is they're looking, they're pricing. They've seen three gracious single-family Tudors this week, and they have a 2:00 p.m. showing tomorrow at 546 Oak Ridge Lane. But I cannot and will not violate their confidence.