Lorelai: No, Rory, you didn't. You're 19 now, remember? You're all grown up, and you can handle your own affairs. Sorry. That's a bad choice of words. You can handle your own life events, so if you didn't want to go to Europe, all you had to do was say you didn't want to go, but you didn't, so I assume you do want to go. You do want to go? How come? I mean, what about Dean? You're just gonna go off and leave now?
Rory: None of your business.
Lorelai: Did something happen? Did you guys have a fight, or is it something else? Is it Lindsay?
Rory: We didn't have a fight. Everything is fine with Dean. I want to go so I can get away from you.
Lorelai: I'm sorry, weren't you supposed to go through this phase, like, five years ago? 'Cause, I mean, seriously, at this point, storming into your room and blasting your goth rock, it's just gonna confuse your roommates.
Rory: Tell Grandma I had to pack.