Paris: Taste.
Lorelai: Oh, it's a meatball.
Paris: So good.
Lorelai: It's 9:00 a.m.
Sookie: Look, it's amazing. I completely forgot how pregnancy scrambles my taste buds. I swear, it doesn't even taste like a meatball.
Lorelai: Does it taste like a Danish?
Sookie: Well, okay, then, for lunch.