Dean: But, hey, since you are here, come.
Rory: Come?
Dean: To my wedding. Come to my wedding.
Rory: Oh, Dean-
Dean: You and Lorelai, I want you to.
Rory: Well-
Dean: Chicken or beef?
Rory: What?
Dean: Wait, beef. Of course, beef. I mean, the two of you are definitely beef. I mean, not like you resemble beef or anything.