Lorelai: Everything's gonna be fine.
Sookie: Kids don't like me, and I'm not so sure I like them.
Lorelai: You'll like your kid.
Sookie: You know at family gatherings when everyone goes into the living room, gathers around, watches the kids? I read. Jackson's sister has a little girl, six years old. She likes to get up in front of the family after dinner and sing Mariah Carey songs. I heckle. I have no desire to play with them. Easter egg hunts bore me. I have never borrowed the neighbor's kid to look after for the afternoon.
Lorelai: Good. That's called kidnapping.
Sookie: "Come on, Jackson, let's have a baby. I wanna be a mommy." I'm pathetic.
Lorelai: You're not pathetic.
Sookie: I'm gonna be a bad mother. I should not be a parent.