RORY: Sounds like you're over thinking this. Maybe if you just put pen to
paper.

LORELAI: I tried that, I thought, "I'll just sit down and write whatever comes
-- no judgment, no inner critic." Boy was that a bad idea.

RORY: Really? Why?

LORELAI: Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. "I'm
writing a letter. I can't write a letter. "Why can't I write a letter? I'm
wearing a green dress. "I wish I was wearing my blue dress. "My blue dress is
at the cleaners. "'The Germans wore gray. You wore blue. ''Casablanca'.
"'Casablanca' is such a good movie. "'Casablanca.' The white house. Bush. "Why
don't I drive a hybrid car? I should drive a hybrid car. "I should really take
my bicycle to work. "Bicycle. Unicycle. Unitard. Hockey puck. Rattlesnake.
Monkey, monkey, underpants."

[Gigi giggles again]

RORY: "Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants"?

LORELAI: Exactly, that's what I'm saying. It's a big bag of weird in there.
So, I think I need inspiration. You know I need a muse. Perhaps I need "the
muse." Maybe it would help if Sharon Stone would appear to me in an alarming
caftan and coo inspirational words in my ear.