Lorelai: I hate these books. Hate them.
Rory: No, no.
Lorelai: See that? They're trying to escape. They hate me, too.
Rory: Your books don't hate you.
Lorelai: Rory, my brain is full. It has reached capacity. It's Shea Stadium when the Beatles played. It's cramped, girls are screaming, and I think George is fighting with Ringo.
Rory: You have a very active head.