Lorelai: [on the phone] Well, I did get a piece of mail. The temple of Apollo.
Rory: Grandma still hitting you with the postcards, huh?
Lorelai: As if nothing even remotely unpleasant happened between us. How does she do that? Compartmentalize like that? It's weird. She's the serial killer who goes to work and talks about a funny Seinfeld he saw and then goes home and cooks himself a man-flesh sandwich.
Rory: Ew.