Lorelai: Look, kid, you have gotta make up your mind. Jess, Dean, Jess, Dean, it's enough already. If you want Jess, that's fine – go get him, there he is. If you think that's the great love of your life, then great... grab a liver treat and a squeaky toy and run to him. Don't worry about that girl because I'm sure he will have moved onto somebody else in about an hour. But do something. Dean has been sweet and supportive and incredibly patient, and now you are officially treating him like dirt, and I'm sorry, but not only is that not you, he doesn't deserve that. God, I wish they knew another song!