Lorelai: I'm not doing your jobs.
Sookie: Two weeks ago, I come in, and my refrigerator, which is sorted by a system that I have honed for 10 straight years, is completely rearranged. The beets are on the top. And the vegetables are on the bottom. It's Apocalypse Now, baby! I yelled at the staff, but now I know. It was you.
Lorelai: It was messy.
Sookie: It was my messy. I couldn't find anything in there for days. I kept reaching in for strawberries and coming up with liver, that's not pleasant.
Lorelai: I promise not to touch the fridge again.