Luke:
Hey, is it okay if I come over tonight and work on the boat a little?
Lorelai:
With what? Sheer masculinity and imaginary sandpaper?
Luke:
I have plenty to do until the backorder stuff gets here.
Lorelai:
All right. I thought you were going to spend the evening trying to figure out how to fling yourself down the stairs just hard enough so that you don't have to go to my parents' thing tomorrow but not so hard that you actually die.
Luke:
No, I thought instead that I'd try to find a wild boar to maul me just enough that I'll need medical attention so that I don't have to go to your parents' thing tomorrow but I'll still be okay after some stitches and a transfusion.
