Lorelai: Give him his ice-cream truck.
Luke: What?
Lorelai: I forged a stream and I almost got attacked by a beaver, and I'm not leaving here till you agree.
Luke: To what?
Lorelai: You don't own the street, you own the building. It's a public street. Just let him park his stupid truck.
Luke: I'm missing something here.
Lorelai: Don't change the subject.
Luke: I don't even know what the subject is.
Lorelai: If you let Taylor park his stupid ringy-dingy ice-cream truck - not even in front of the diner, but in front of part of the diner - then I can start work on the inn. But if you don't say yes... [Luke turns on a blender]... then you may not have to see his truck parked outside, but you will have to see my body swinging from that tree over there because I will hang myself. I am waiting for your answer. [sighs]
Luke: Sure. [blender stops]