"You know, it's not really clear to me. Does TJ only eat chilli and drink beer?"
"Seems like it."
"Poor Liz."
"Poor Jess."
"Yeah, I have to say, I was actually having some twangs of pity for the guy."
"I better turn up the heater."
"Why?"
"Hell just got awful cold."
"Shut up. I'm not that heartless. And he was awful to Rory, remember. Among others."
"Yes, he was."
"It's just that, Wow."
"Yep."
"It's not everyday you turn twenty-one and find out that you're going to be a big brother."
"No, it's not."
"Quite the birthday gift."
"Quite the birthday party. Thank you for coming with me."
"Well, seeing Jess deal with the Renaissance Balloon Animal Guy was totally worth it. Chilli and all. Besides, they're going to be my family too, aren't they?"
"Yes they are, unless you're gonna back out on me."
"Back out on you? I'm the one who proposed!"
"Only because you beat me to it, and I was sick."
"That's your story."
"And I'm sticking to it."
"Commendable though. What they're doing."
"I have to agree with you there."
"I mean to go all the way to China to adopt babies. Wow."
"It seems to be what they want."
"Yes, it does. You don't think that maybe they're pushing it a little, though?—time-wise, I mean? I mean, they just got married last Spring. Not that I'm an expert on the order of these things."
"According to Liz, when you're ready to do this, you just are."
"Hmmm..."
"I think I could... imagine it, though. I mean, think about it... about being ready, that is. And wanting it."
"It?"
"Well.. Them."
"Them?!"
"Well, a him or a... her."
"Aw, you're cute. Hey, pull through there, I want a milkshake!"
"Lorelai, why should I drive through a fast-food place this late? I can just make you one when we get home."
"But I want one now and they will put cookie dough in it."
"Raw cookie dough in a milkshake?!"
"Honey, I've got to get you out more. Pull through now, please."
"Fine, but please take off the balloon crown before I get to the window."
"Absolutely not. I look like a princess."
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"Yum. Delicious."
"Disgusting."
"Oh my friend, this is not disgusting. This is no where near disgusting. Disgusting is what I ate when I was expecting Rory."
"Something to look forward to."
"I'm a lot older now, though."
"You're not old."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Oh, think of what you'll have to feed me!"
"We'll negotiate on that: There will be no caffeine."
"I hate being older and wiser."
"No comment."
"Ha.ha. Here, have a sip."
"No."
"You know you want to..."
"I really don't."
"You'll just taste it on my cold, moist lips later."
"You think so?"
"That is the first step."
