I smell snow. - Lorelai
L: Hey, How is it out there?
M: It is cold and gray, like a fat, dead pigeon.
The thrilling sensation of getting lost in a blizzard or freezing to death in the woods and having to eat your friend’s buttocks to stay alive,
that is lost on many people. - Michel
Will you tell grandma and grandpa that I’m going to be late...
and that I’m having Satan’s baby? You pick the order. - Lorelai
E: A bad storm is heading your way. It’s already hitting us here.
L: Don’t panic. I’ll get the arc, you get the animals.
Richared: Rory, are you in any way malnourished or in need of some international relief organization to recruit a celebrity
to raise money on your account?
Rory: I’m good.
I’ve got a boy in the house. - Lorelai
It was the snow. You know how I get it. Its like catnip. - Lorelai
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