Lorelai: Okay, back up here. Yes, Jess may go off somewhere someday but that doesn't mean you will be alone forever.
Luke: I am not getting a pet.
Lorelai: I'm talking about a lady friend. A red-hot mama.
Luke: Okay.
Lorelai: A big, pretty dish of loving with a spoon made especially for you.
Luke: Boy, do I not feel good now.
Lorelai: Luke, RacheI's not the only woman in the world for you. You'll meet someone someday, probably at a Timberland store. You'll ask her out, you'll pick her up take her on a patented "Luke Danes night of romance". Juice bar, then the batting cages and then you'll ask her back to your apartment.
Luke: Any amount of money if you stop now.
Lorelai: You'll bring her back to your place, lead her upstairs to the apartment door. You pause, gaze into her eyes. The stage is set. Fate is waiting. You open the door, and she sees your teeny, tiny apartment, one room and no closet space, and Jess' feet sticking up in the air 'cause you never got rid of the body.
Luke: Stop, please.