I am the Pickletrain Conductor.

"Lorelai: The town smells like pickles, because a pickle train was derailed.
Rory: A train full of pickles, who knew there was such a thing?
Lorelai: Well, pickle train conductors, for one. Sounds so fun. I would have been the greatest pickle train conductor. Can you see me? 'All ... all aboard, you ... pickles!'
Rory: Hm, clearly you missed your calling.
Lorelai: Well, luckily there's you, you're young, you're clever, you are our great pickle train conducting hope!"

I’ll break you like a bad habit,
Burn you with interrogating eyes,
Reveal your flaws under the scrutiny of the world,
Smother you with the scent of a thousand red roses,
The ones you sent me when our love died.
I’ll tear apart pillows and send the feathers flying,
Smoke you out of hibernation like a bee in a hive,
Acrid lies rising with the smoke, they choke me,
The uncomfortable heat of the flames flushes my cheeks
And lulls me into a false sense of being, my guard slowly crumbling,
But then a sharp frost snaps me out of my waking nightmare,
And I’m swept up in the current of the river of reason,
Truth rushing back to me, whirlpool of emotion turning me around,
Now I can face the sun, and find solace in this winter,
A breath of fresh air, unparalleled,
Matchless beyond compare.

"Rory: We're farming rutabagas!
Lorelai: Oh, you're a filthy child! I will disown you, bringing your father to dinner! Pickles, pickles, pickles smell, pickle train conducting!
Rory: Alas! Alack!
Lorelai: Good talk!
Rory: The best!
Lorelai: Bye!"

yes, i procrastinate waaay too much. this i know. yoda rules. ^^