Richard: Champagne?
Lorelai: Trying to get me drunk so I forget that you wouldn't let me blow out my own candles?
Richard: Oh, dear, is this going to be another one of those stories that you tell people for the rest of your life like the bunny story?
Lorelai: His name was Murray, Mom.
Richard: Oh, Emily, you had to bring that up.
Lorelai: How could you think I wouldn't notice you gave away my rabbit?
Emily: Because you were four and terrified of the thing.
Lorelai: I was not terrified, I simply respected his space.
Richard: Ooh. You slept in the maid's room for a week.
Lorelai: I wonder where Murray is now.
Richard: In a shoebox somewhere, I assume.