Rory: [on the phone] I'm getting over a cold. You knew that.
Lorelai: No, I didn't, because our once-wonderful relationship, envy of all the world, more intimate than that of the naked couple in the "Love is..." cartoons, has degenerated into e-mail correspondence.
Rory: I'm sure I wrote that I had a cold.
Lorelai: No, you didn't.
Rory: In all those e-mails, I didn't mention it?
Lorelai: All those e-mails? I'm sorry, but you write less than the people offering to enlarge a piece of anatomy I do not possess.