Rory: This is sublime.
Lorelai: It was the golden age of television.
Rory: The music, the costumes, the sets.
Lorelai: All cylinders were firing on this one, boy!
Rory: And who knew that they all had such musical talent?
Lorelai: And such far out booty shaking abilities, as well.

Rory: Did you see that TV Guide had this on their list of the worst fifty shows of all time?
Lorelai: I know! Who are they to judge?
Rory: I know, it's on my top fifty best.
Lorelai: Yeah, right after Holmes and Yoyo and Hee Haw Honeys. Oh, Rory, get back here! They're in clown suits and headed for the pool.

Lorelai: Okay, parental information. Mother. Breathtaking.
Rory: I think they just want your name.
Lorelai: Father. Ostracized.

Paris: Personal anecdote. When I was twelve and I was writing the first of my trial essays in practice for the day I'd write my real essay, I chose Hillary Clinton. Then I realized every braindead bint in a skirt would be writing about Hillary, but it was good to clear the pipes.

Rory: Well, what do we do?
Lorelai: I don't know. We definitely need some sort of perspective.
Rory: I think we need therapy.
Lorelai: And booze! For those of us over twenty-one. Okay, are we calming? Are we less-freaked?
Rory: I'm totally freaked out.
Lorelai: Well, hide it!
Rory: I can't hide it.
Lorelai: Then prepare yourself for an evening of magazine recitations by Emily "DJ Doom-meister" Gilmore.
Rory: I'll hide it.

Lorelai: His name is Darren Springsteen of Westport, Connecticut, Harvard class of 74. Ask if he has a brother named Bruce.
Rory: I'm not gonna ask him that.

Lorelai: [on answer machine message] Hey, you've reached Suffragette City, and if you're calling about Lane Kim's ad, sorry we're not in, but don't commit rock and roll suicide just crank a message with some feedback.
Rory: Oh geez.
Lorelai: Well, if he is related to Bruce, he can dig it.

Lorelai: It's ringing.
Rory: I'm gonna say the wrong thing or have the wrong tone in my voice. I'm not in good first impression mode right now.
Lorelai: [on the phone] [imitates Rory] Hello? Hello, this is Rory Gilmore. I believe you were expecting my call... Oh, well, this is such a wonderful opportunity for me... Whatever's good for you will be great for me...
Rory: Not so breathy.
Lorelai: That's how chickens talk! [on the phone] Lunch? Oh yes, let me just check my organizer... Oh, perfect.
My mother will be there, too. She's terrific... All right, I'll see you this weekend... Mm, bye. [hangs up]
Rory: You're no Danny Gans.
Lorelai: I never claimed to be.
Rory: He's gonna be expecting Chilton High School senior Trixie McBimbo.
Lorelai: And her mother, Bambi McBimbo.

Darren: So, what are some of your other interests, Rory?
Lorelai: Oh, well, pull up a comfy chair there, Darren, because they are widespread and extensive.
Rory: I read a lot. I'm into the Russians lately.
Darren: Tolstoy, Turgenev?
Rory: Gogol is my thing right now. Dead Souls.
Darren: One of my favorites.
Lorelai: You were reading that when we got your Harvard application in the mail, weren't you sweetie?
Rory: Yes, yes I was.
Lorelai: I saw that Harvard logo on the envelope and I said, "Rory, get your nose out of your Gogol and get over here!"

Lorelai: Of course, we have a TV somewhere, but it's really more of a funny little table to put a cup of chai tea on, you know what I mean?
Rory: I'm afraid I don't.
Darren: I watch way too many sports, and I go to all the Harvard games. How about you do you like sports?
Lorelai: Yes.
Rory: No.
Lorelai: That is, we follow certain things.
Rory: We enjoy various aspects of certain sporting endeavors.
Lorelai: But it wouldn't be the kind that you could ask any follow-up questions on.
Rory: It's a general interest.
Darren: Got it. It's pretty much a waste of time, but it's how I waste my time.