Lorelai: Come on. On a scale of one to a million, how awful do you think tonight's gonna be?
Rory: Well, how high a number did you think the walk up the driveway was?
Lorelai: You know, I wonder which tact my dad's gonna pick tonight. I bet he goes with the silent treatment.
Rory: Or maybe he won't.
Lorelai: Yeah, you're right. He might prefer the full-on, frontal assault. You know, just constant mental flogging right from "ding-dong" through till "drive safe."
Rory: Well, at least he said "drive safe."
Lorelai: Oh, no. It wasn't him. It was the maid.
Rory: Right.
Lorelai: Or maybe Dad will be fine, and Emily will be on the attack. Yeah, a little good cop/bad cop if you know what I mean. Keep me on my toes. I won't be expecting that.
Rory: Except that you are.