Luke: Who's Skippy?
Rory: Skippy was our hamster.
Lorelai: He doesn't care
Luke: What happened to Skippy?
Lorelai: Nothing happened to Skippy.
Rory: Every time Mom put her hand in his cage, he'd bite her.
Lorelai: And laugh.
Luke: Hamsters don't laugh.
Lorelai: Oh, this one laughed, trust me.
Rory: So finally she got fed up.
Luke: Of being laughed at by a hamster?
Lorelai: Well yeah!
Rory: And she stopped cleaning it's cage. Instead, every day she'd stuff some Kleenex in there.
Luke: You didn't.
Lorelai: It was the quilted kind.
Rory: So this keeps going on and the cage is just a cage full of Kleenex that moves a little, and the smell - really good.
Luke: I can imagine.
Lorelai: No, no, you can't!
Rory: So she takes the cage to the place where we bought him, waits for the sales guy to go behind the desk, and dumps it on the counter, then bolts.
Luke: You abandoned your hamster?
Lorelai: Look, I know it was bad, but this was a vicious hamster. This was like a "Damien" hamster with little beady eyes and a big forked tail and a cape with a hood and... bye bye buttercup. Bye, Luke.
Rory: You did the right thing.
Lorelai: Uh, I want a pet.
