Paris: A tragic waste of paper.
Jess: I can’t believe you just said that.
Paris: Well, it’s true. The Beats’ writing was completely self-indulgent, and I have one word for Jack Kerouac: edit.
Jess: It was not self-indulgent. The Beats believed in shocking people, stirring things up.
Paris: They believed in drugs, booze, and petty crime.
Rory: Well, then you can say that they exposed to a world that you wouldn’t have otherwise known. Isn’t that what great writing’s all about?
Paris: That was not great writing; that was the National Enquirer of the 50s.
Jess: You’re cracked.
Paris: Typical guy response: worship Kerouac and Bukowski; God forbid he’d pick up anything by Jane Austen.
Jess: Hey, I’ve read Jane Austen.
Paris: You have?
Jess: Yeah, and I think she would have liked Bukowski.
Paris: What are you doing?
Jess: Salt and pepper dip. Only way to eat a fry.
Rory: It’s fast food gospel.
Paris: Oh, that’s good. That’s really, really good!
Jess: You like hot sauce?
Paris: I don’t know; should I?
Jess: I think it’s wise.
Gilmore Girls, 2x16, ‘There’s the Rub’
My favourite scene from the Gilmore Girls*: book talk and fast food — it doesn’t get that much better than that.
* My definition of the Gilmore Girls consists solely of the first three seasons, which I think are rather excellent. Unfortunately, I opine it goes downhill from there once Rory’s off at university.