Rory: Can we sit wherever we like?
Luke: Wherever you like.
Lorelai: Wow. Luxury I never dreamed of. Where do you want to sit?
Rory: I don't know.
Lorelai: How about this table with its unobstructed westward view of the wide cosmopolitan expanse of Clump Street?
Rory: Tempting. Do you know that on a clear day you can see the garbage cans behind Al's Pancake World?
Lorelai: Hmm. Or we could sit in the corner, you know, the mafia table so that no one can come up behind you and whack you with a cannoli.
Rory: Whack you with a cannoli? Oh, because he left the gun and took the cannoli.
Lorelai: You are so my daughter.