Rory: Let's go.
Lorelai: Where?
Rory: Wedding dress shopping.
Lorelai: Uh, you're reading.
Rory: I'm done.
Lorelai: You need to see Dean.
Rory: He's playing softball.
Lorelai: Your cure for cancer's almost finished.
Rory: We are going to find the perfect thing for you to wear on your perfect wedding day. There will be no pointing, mocking, or walking out.
Lorelai: I didn't say pointing. Why did you say 'pointing'?