Rory: This is all your fault, you know?
Lorelai: Why?
Rory: Because you told me I could do anything.
Lorelai: You can.
Rory: Apparently, I can't, and I have two rejection letters and a humiliating phone call to prove it. Do you know what the worst part of this is? I thought I was so in at the Times. I was just saying that I wasn't gonna get it because I was trying to be humble, but I was so not humble. I was so cocky. I was already picturing myself working there, chatting up Bill Keller in the elevator and running down the street for a little quick lunch with Maureen Dowd and filing my first story and seeing my first byline. I already had the outfit picked out for my New York Times picture I.D.