Rory: I don't know what happened.
Lorelai: You went to New York to see Jess.
Rory: It was a stroke. It made me someone else. And after his phone call last night-
Lorelai: That was him?
Rory: It did something to me. I don't know what. In fact, you should take the phone away from me, too. That's right. Add it to the list. No books, no music, no phone.
Lorelai: Okay, Rory.
Rory: I'm a horrible person.
Lorelai: You're not a horrible person.
Rory: I'm sick. I'm ill. I'm cracked. This is not who I am. If I were to write this down in my diary and I would read it, I would be like, "Who is this freak? This isn't me. This isn't my diary." I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't skip school when I had finals coming up to go see a guy that isn't even my guy and end up missing my mother's graduation, which I wanted to be at so badly. That's someone else. That's someone flighty, and stupid, and dumb, and girlie. And... I mean, I missed your graduation, which is the worst thing I could have possibly done. And I hurt you, and I had to spend hours on a stinky bus next to a guy that was spitting into a can, just thinking about all the minutes that were going by that I wasn't at your graduation and they were hurting you, and they should have been hurting you because it was so selfish of this person who wasn't me to do what she did.
Lorelai: Okay, my God, take a breath.
Rory: I don't deserve a breath. No breaths. You should add that to the list. You should beat me, ground me, take the phone away, and deprive me of air.