Lorelai: [on the phone] Okay, so weird dream. Weird, weird dream.
Rory: Weirder than the one where you step into a boxing ring and your hands are suddenly giant cream puffs?
Lorelai: Weirder, scarier.
Rory: Let's hear it.
Lorelai: Well, I was home, and I was finishing up my usual morning routine. You know, coffee, shower. And then - picture this, very weird - I take Paul Anka for a walk.
Rory: You walk Paul Anka every day. What's weird about that?
Lorelai: Not the dog Paul Anka. The real Paul Anka.
Rory: Whoa.
Lorelai: Yeah.
Rory: Was he nice?
Lorelai: Very pleasant, natty dresser. Then suddenly, he sees something, a cat or something, and darts right into the middle of the street.
Rory: The real Paul Anka?
Lorelai: The dog Paul Anka. So I call him and call him, but he completely ignores me and runs right into Doose's market.
Rory: You know, you didn't train him well enough. Too much affection, not enough discipline.
Lorelai: So I go after him into Doose's, and apparently, he's got a job there.
Rory: The dog Paul Anka?
Lorelai: The real Paul Anka.
Paul Anka: You picked yourself some beautiful cucumbers, Mrs. Clancey. You have the cucumber eye.