Lorelai: [on the phone] Where are you going?
Rory: You know where I'm going, Mom.
Lorelai: Disneyland?
Rory: Nope.
Lorelai: Puppy world?
Rory: You're so immature. You're going to make me say it?
Lorelai: Say what?
Rory: I am on my way to Friday night dinner.
Lorelai: Ah-ha-ha! That's right. You're on the road to Hellville.