Lorelai: Do you have any idea what we have gone through this week? We have been up all night every night, studying. We haven't slept. We haven't talked about anything else except this school and this test for seven days. We have stretched ourselves as thin as humanly possible without going completely postal. My God! We're just one person!
Hanlin Charleston: Why don't we narrow our field of conversation down to Rory?
Lorelai: Okay. Why don't we? You sit here in your snotty little school in desperate need of some extra heating vents and you nurture horrible kids who treat each other like mortal enemies. You set impossible standards that make normal people feel less than everybody else. And you take a great kid like Rory and tear her apart!
Max Medina: I don't think that's completely fair.
Lorelai: And you, you say she's smart and she'll do fine. And this rotting, stodgy rathole could use somebody like her. Then you completely shut her out of a test that she's crammed for that she completely deserves to take!
Max Medina: I didn't call this place a rathole.
Lorelai: Oh, no, that's true. I added that. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble with Il Duce here. I thought this place was gonna be so great. And now, I guess this goes on the "Boy, was I wrong" list right above gauchos but just below the Flashdance phase.