Lorelai: Okay. Toothbrush, hairbrush, hypoallergenic pillow, chenille blanket... Ooh, comfort shoes. Got them.
Christopher: Those are your comfort shoes?
Lorelai: Not mine. Paul Anka's.
Christopher: We're staying in tonight. You can probably get away with flats.
Lorelai: He loves, loves, loves chewing on these. They remind him of a squirrel carcass.
Christopher: Yummy.
Lorelai: Don't judge. You eat jerky like it's going out of style.