Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: Yeah.
Rory: I don't get it.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: How can you be so okay with everything? Ever since I've told you that I'm leaving, you're just all busy with shopping and packing, and you seem fine with it.
Lorelai: It's too soon.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: If I stop to think about you leaving now, I'm gonna fall apart. We still have time left. It's too soon.
Rory: Here. I'll iron. You fold.