Rory: I'm just not good with the public displays.
Lorelai: You didn't have that problem with Dean.
Rory: I know, but now I just feel like everybody's watching me.
Lorelai: People are not watching you.
Rory: You were watching me.
Lorelai: I created you. It's biologically predetermined that I watch you.

Rory: I just don't know how this whole second boyfriend thing is supposed to go.
Lorelai: Well, he's your first second boyfriend. Give it time.
Rory: The whole town got used to me with Dean, it's just weird.
Lorelai: It'll get easier. You're gonna have hundreds of men in your life.
Rory: Gee, thanks.
Lorelai: Maybe not hundreds, but a couple, three, more. It'll get easier.
Rory: I guess.

Babette: Well, we're outta here.
Morey: Time to walk some of this off.
Babette: Oh, we'd have to walk to China to walk all of it off. Which way's China?
Lorelai: Thataway. Have a good night.
Babette: Thanks. By the way, that was some half-assed kiss you two had. You gotta give it a little something, honey.
Lorelai: Bye, Babette. Bye, Morey.

Rory: You ready for this?
Lorelai: Of course.
Rory: Even with the Cold War?
Lorelai: That's been going on for thirty-four years?
Rory: I can manage.
Lorelai: It's been a bit colder these past few weeks.
Rory: Oh no, I'm fine, you know why?
Lorelai: Because in two hours – and I do plan on extricating us from here in exactly two hours – the night will be over and I won't have to see them again until next year. Oh, start your stopwatch.

Lorelai: Oh, wow, it's a piano player.
Emily: That's Brad. I found him at Nordstrom's.
Lorelai: Was he on sale?
Emily: I thought a little background music would add a nice touch. He knows every song ever written.
Lorelai: Free Bird!
Rory: Hi, Brad.
Emily: Lorelai, please. Now come along, everyone's here.

Claude: So, Rory, you speak French at all?
Rory: Just a tiny little bit.
Claude: Un tout petit peu?
Rory: Oui, un tout petit peu.
Claude: And you, my dear?
Lorelai: Even less. Uh, voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir? That's about it.
Richard: Lorelai.
Emily: Oh my God.
Lorelai: It's just a joke.
Richard: Asking my friend to go to bed with you is a joke?
Rory: It's a song.
Lorelai: It's just a joke, Dad.
Claude: Oh, je vois, c'est une chanson pop. It's a pop song, ah, Monique... I did not know that.
Monique: Lady Marmalade.

Claude: Me, I start each day giving thanks for three things: Cuban cigars, French champagne, and gorgeous women. And I must give extra thanks for the extraordinary group here tonight.
Lorelai: Douglas, Richard, leave us, won't you?
Richard: What?
Emily: Just another joke.
Claude: Oh, I missed another joke?
Natalie: You have your mother's wit.
Emily: Sometimes I wish she'd give it back.

Lorelai: Oh, ho, who gets the big piece?
Richard: I'm sorry?
Lorelai: Aren't you supposed to keep carving?
Richard: That was strictly ceremonial.
Lorelai: Ceremonial?
Emily: Ceremonial.
Claude: Cérémonial.
Natalie: Cérémonial.
Emily: Please, start on the salads everyone.
Lorelai: Is there anything ceremonial about the salads? Do we carve a crouton, then have them taken away?
Emily: No, no ceremony.

Rory: Salad's great, Grandma.
Emily: I'm surprised you can eat at this point, even salad.
Lorelai: There's still room. And if there isn't room, we'll add on. I know a good contractor.
Claude: She's like your Jerry Lewis. She's very, very funny.

Emily: Lorelai.
Lorelai: Mom, I don't wanna talk.
Emily: Do you believe we had nothing to do with this?
Lorelai: Just for a second, Mom, please. Just let me digest this for a second. All this Yale stuff...
Emily: You can't even let Rory have one piece of our lives, even if it's her choice. You hate us that much.