Lorelai: [leaving a message] Hi, Rory, it's me. How's school? You learning stuff? Listen, we have the horses, Desdemona and Cletus, and the first two rides have to be me and you. And hopefully, you're over the time that I took you for the pony ride, and the pony was old and just sort of stopped and laid down, and you sort of rolled off into the ditch. It's really not likely to happen again. I promise. So, call me, call me.

Emily: [on the phone] Your grandmother is coming back from Palm Beach. Your father has to run over to her house to open it up for her, and then she will be coming over here for the evening to berate me and tell me that my couch has some sort of smell.
Lorelai: Oh, well, that sounds fun.
Emily: She wants to have lunch - sorry, a luncheon - the day after tomorrow. You, me, your father, and apparently she wants to meet Jason. All we need is that filthy Eminem fellow to make it a perfect afternoon for me.
Lorelai: on Well, I'll try to track him down, Mom, but you know, he might be on tour or something.
Emily: Just be here and be on time, and get your hair cut. You looked like the bird lady from Mary Poppins the last time I saw you.

Rory: [leaving a message] Mom, it's me, I left you a message at home, too. I love that you got horses. As far as that pony ride when I was a kid, you were forgetting one little tidbit there. That pony did not lie down. He died, okay? He died. And then the owner dragged him away by the back legs. Every time I use glue, I think of him. But I'll watch you ride, how's that? Call me back, bye.