Lorelai: [on the phone] Question. Have you ever heard anything about Luke's "dark day"?
Rory: His what?
Lorelai: Well, one day a year he apparently has a "dark day". No one knows where he goes or what he does, he just disappears.
Rory: I've heard nothing about this.
Lorelai: Okay, well, did we see him on November 30th last year? How am I supposed to know? Because, you keep all those crazy anal Bob Graham kind of notebooks. "Eight a.m., got up. Eight fifteen, brushed teeth. Eight twenty-five, had impure thoughts. Eight thirty-six, sent dwarves off to work."
Rory: I do not have my diaries from last November on me at the moment.
Lorelai: But you do have them.
Rory: Yes.
Lorelai: And they will contain where we ate breakfast that morning.
Rory: Yes.
Lorelai: I love my little circus freak.