Christopher: It's none of your business what's going on with Rory.
Luke: It sure the hell is my business.
Lorelai: Oh, guys, please.
Christopher: Rory is my daughter. Mine.
Luke: Oh, really? Well then, where the hell were you when she got the chicken pox and would only eat mashed potatoes for a week? Or where were you when she graduated high school, or started college? Huh? Who the hell moved her mattress into her dorm, and out of her dorm and back into her dorm again?
Lorelai: Luke, please. This is not the time.