Rory: I've got too much stuff.
Lorelai: [o.s.] What?
Rory: Stuff! And it's your fault. You inculcated into me a tolerance for rampant consumerism.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: When did I become one of those girls with dozens of beauty products, none of which are expendable? It used to be a touch of mascara, dab of Coppertone, zip, bam, boom, out the door.
Lorelai: I heard copper and boom.
Rory: Never mind.