Luke: Coffee. Fries. I can't stand it. This is so unhealthy. Rory, please, put down that cup of coffee. You do not want to grow up to be like your mom.
Rory: Sorry. Too late. [Lorelai smiles]
Lorelai: So, tell me about the guy.
Rory: Check, please.
Lorelai: No, really. Are you embarrassed to bring him home?
Rory: I'm not embarrassed.
Lorelai: Does he talk at all?
Rory: No, Mom, he's a mime. [chatter continues]