Rory: So, finally, she got fed up.
Luke: Of being laughed at by a hamster?
Lorelai: Well, yeah.
Rory: She stopped cleaning its cage. Instead, every day she'd stuff Kleenex in there.
Luke: You didn't.
Lorelai: It was the quilted kind.
Rory: So this keeps going on, and the cage is just a cage full of Kleenex that moves a little. And the smell, really good.
Luke: I can imagine.
Lorelai: No, no, you can't.
Rory: Then she takes the cage to the place where we bought him, waits for the sales guy to go behind the desk, dumps it on the counter, then bolts.
Luke: You abandoned your hamster?
Lorelai: Look, I know it was bad, but this was a vicious hamster. This was like a Damien hamster with little beady eyes, and a big forked tail and a cape with a hood and... Bye-bye, Buttercup. Bye, Luke.
Rory: You did the right thing.