Emily: [on the phone] Have you seen the news?
Lorelai: Ever?
Emily: A bad storm's heading your way. It's already hit us here.
Lorelai: I'll get the ark, you get the animals.
Emily: I just sent Lance to pick up Rory at school. The roads are terrible. Black ice everywhere. It's just a mess out there. I hate this kind of weather. So, anyhow, what time will you get here?
Lorelai: Gee, I don't know, Mom, let's see. Black ice, treacherous roads. I'll wear my red-white-and-blue leotard, grab my golden lasso, and fly the invisible plane on over.
Emily: You're not coming?
Lorelai: Well, if it's as bad as you say it is, I don't see how I'd come.