Lorelai: I love snow.
Rory: Really, I had no idea.
Lorelai: Everything’s magical when its snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats.
Rory: Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps.
Lorelai: Do you know the best things in my life have happened when it snowed?
Rory: Why yes I do.
Lorelai: My best birthday.
Rory: Your first kiss.
Lorelai: Your first steps, they all happened when it snowed. [...] I feel good. Tingly.
Rory: That’s called frostbite.
Lorelai: You are mocking your mother, the woman who birthed you.
Rory: I’m sorry.
Lorelai: During a snowstorm, might I add.

~*~

Lorelai: When I was five, I had a really bad ear infection and I had been home in bed for a week and I was very sad. So I wished really hard that something wonderful would happen to me. And I woke up the next morning and it had snowed. And I was sure that some fairy godmother had done it just for me. It was my little present.
Luke: Your parents never explained the concept of weather to you?
Lorelai: I’m making a point, Mouthy McGee. Of course, many years later, I realized that logically, the snow was not there for me personally. But, still, when it snows, something inside me says, ‘hey that’s your present.’ I don’t think it’ll ever change.