Luke: Should I bother to ask how your day's going?
Lorelai: Oh, terrif! My shoe's an icicle, the inn's driveway is snowed in and we lost the Goldfarbs.
Luke: Who are the Goldfarbs?
Lorelai: The two guests who bothered to show up. I sent them skiing and I killed them.
Luke: You killed your guests?
Lorelai: Eh, well, you know what happens.
Luke: Here.
Lorelai: [sighs] The only bright side of my day is being asked to be a prostitute.
Luke: That's something to cling to.
Lorelai: Oh, hot! Warn me!
Luke: Coffee's hot? Sorry. Coffee's hot.