Rory: No, the tree's still there, but when I went there today, there was this guy sitting there reading trucking magazines and he would not give it up, so now I'm back where I started.
Lorelai: You'll figure something out.
Rory: Yes, I will figure out what my alternate profession will be because now I can't study, I'm gonna flunk out of Yale and I'm gonna have to give up all hope of being a foreign correspondent. This sucks.
Sookie: You're telling me? I'm eating broccoli tarts for the next four years.
Rory: Well, what am I gonna do?
Lorelai: You are gonna suck it up.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: You're in college now, Rory. If your study plan doesn't work, then come up with another one. Just figure it out, but stop complaining because you're not two. And Sookie, in pioneer times, kids traveled across the country in covered wagons and survived. Somehow I think little Davey will live without his minivan.
Rory: Mom, why are you mad?
Lorelai: I have something I have to do. I'll be back in a little while. And have these damn tarts out of here by the time I get home!