Lorelai: I'm so mad at you!
Rory: What kind of greeting is that?
Lorelai: What kind of daughter doesn't let her mother pick her up at the airport?
Rory: The kind of daughter who parks her car at the airport car park.
Lorelai: But I'm the kind of mother who picks her daughter up from the airport. You know, with flowers and coffee and a fake chauffeur's sign. Why would you mess with my sense of self?
Rory: But my car was parked at the airport car park.
Lorelai: So what? I could have driven to the airport, picked you up, brought you back. Then we both could have driven to pick up your car and come back here.
Rory: Yeah, 'cause that wouldn't be a waste of gas or anything.