Lorelai: This is about a boy. Of course! I can't believe I didn't see it. All this talk about money and bus rides. You've got a guy, and you don't wanna leave school.
Rory: I'm going to bed.
Lorelai: God, I'm so dense. It should've been my first thought. After all, you're me.
Rory: I'm not you.
Lorelai: Really? Someone willing to throw important life experiences out to be with a guy? It sounds like me to me.
Rory: Whatever.
Lorelai: Who is he?
Rory: There's no guy.
Lorelai: Dark hair, romantic eyes, looks a little dangerous?
Rory: This conversation's over.
Lorelai: Tattoos are good, too.
Rory: I don't wanna change schools because of all the reasons I've already told you a thousand times. If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. Goodnight.
Lorelai: Does he have a motorcycle? If you're going to throw your life away, he'd better have a motorcycle!