Rory: [on the phone] Hey, what's going on?
Lorelai: Uh, well Stars Hollow smells like pickles.
Rory: Pickles?
Lorelai: Pickles.
Rory: Pickles pickles?
Lorelai: Pickles.
Rory: Why?
Lorelai: Because a pickle train crashed.
Rory: Is this a joke? Is this a long, boring joke that I'm not going to get?
Lorelai: No, it's no joke. The town smells like pickles because a pickle train was derailed.
Rory: A train full of pickles? Who knew there was such a thing?
Lorelai: Well, pickle-train conductors, for one. Sounds so fun. I would've been the greatest pickle-train conductor. Can you see me... "All aboard, you pickles!"
Rory: Hmm. Clearly you missed your calling.
Lorelai: Well, luckily there's you. You're young, you're clever, your great pickle-train conducting hope.