Lane: Okay, I just crunched the numbers and at two thousand words and twenty-five cents a word, this stupid ad's gonna cost five hundred dollars! That's five months worth of Minwaxing end tables at my mom's store. I give up.
Rory: No, don't give up. Just cut down your influences to the most important ones, like with David Bowie.
Lane: Gotta have Bowie.
Rory: But do you have to list every album he ever recorded plus your personal rating between one to ten?
Lane: Maybe not.
Lorelai: And what's with Jackson Browne making the list?
Lane: Ah, see, cool people know that he's more than a mellow hippie-dippy folkie, that he actually wrote some of Nico's best songs and was in fact her lover before he bored us with "Doctor My Eyes". That will separate the poseurs from the non-poseurs.

Rory: She's writing her drummer-seeks-rock-band ad.
Lane: And it's not reading right to me. Could you guys look it over?
Rory: Let's see. "Drummer with strong beat seeks band into the Accelerators, the Adolescents, the Adverts, Agent Orange, the Angelic Upstarts, the Agnostic Front, Ash..."
Rory: You went alphabetically.
Lane: Seemed tidy.
Lorelai: And a little OCD.
Rory: And a little long.
Lane: I can't make cuts.
Rory: It's three pages, single spaced – make cuts.
Lane: But this is the cut-down version. I mean, just from the letter A, I excluded AC/DC, the Animals, and A-Ha, footnoted as a guilty pleasure.

Lorelai: You can evaluate a significant experience that's had an impact on you. How 'bout that time your drawers dropped at the mall?
Rory: Enough with the drawers.
Lorelai: Or you can write about a person who has had a significant influence on you.
Rory: You?
Lorelai: Or one of your authors, Faulkner or...
Rory: Or Sylvia Plath.
Lorelai: Might send the wrong message.
Rory: The sticking her head in the oven thing?
Lorelai: Yeah. Although she did make her kids a snack first, shows a certain maternal instinct.