Rory: I couldn't form the words. I couldn't even say it. I couldn't even comprehend it. It was a "D." I got a "D." I've never gotten a "D." Ever.
Lorelai: I know.
Rory: Even when I broke my arm and couldn't write for a month I got an "A" minus.
Lorelai: That was a different school.
Rory: I know. It was Stars Hollow High. A "D" at Stars Hollow is like an "F" at Chilton. It's worse. It's like a "G" or a "W."
Lorelai: So I'm guessing the spelling test didn't go well either?
Rory: A "D." I suck.
Lorelai: You don't suck.
Rory: I can't do this.
Lorelai: Listen, a "D" is bad, okay? But this talk about "I suck," "I can't do this," and self-pity, that's worse. That's not you. You didn't feel sorry for yourself when it took you three months to learn how to ride a bike. And you won't know.
Rory: Four months.
Lorelai: Huh?
Rory: It took me four months to learn how to ride a bike.
Lorelai: Really? Four months?
Rory: Yeah. You wanna belabor the conversation?