Babette: Oh, this is gonna be good, what with this one here and the two palms, oh, boy, Morey's eyes are gonna pop out of his head!
Lorelai: Why? Does he find plants particularly startling?
Babette: I'm making a jungle.
Lorelai: A jungle?
Babette: For the bedroom.
Lorelai: Ugh! Enough said.
Babette: Hey, is that your inside phone?
Lorelai: Yeah, I'll call them back.
Babette: So, anyway, I got this negligee with sort of a snake pattern...

Babette: You know who's a man of mystery? Morey. After decades in the bedroom, who would have thought that the idea of dressing up like a howler monkey would be such a turn-on?

Babette: Yeah, it's true. He's definitely moved out. Last time I saw the beagle's car in the driveway, it was days ago. Then I saw the mover's truck, so only the hen is living there now.
Miss Patty: Did the hen break up with the beagle, or the beagle with the hen?
Babette: I don't know.
Miss Patty: [gasps] The poor hen.
Babette: She's been through so much.
Miss Patty: You know, just kind of getting used to him, the beagle.
Babette: But he's not right for her. He's a beagle, you know. And beagles belong with beagles.
Miss Patty: And the hen belongs with the rooster.
Babette: Maybe.
Miss Patty: Well, does the rooster know about the hen and the beagle?
Babette: Oh, yeah, East Side Tillie was in here yesterday, blabbing her big mouth off.
Miss Patty: How did he take it? Did you see his face?
Babette: Yeah, but you know the rooster. It's like looking at Stonehenge. I don't know what he thinks.

Babette: I tried to make Snoopy -- figured he's easy to draw, and what kid doesn't like snoopy, right? Plus, as the added bonus, he's black-and- white, and the onesie's already white, so I only got to add the black. But it's looking more like a chocolate-chip cookie. A big one. Which is okay, 'cause what kid doesn't like a cookie?

Babette: Oh, Luke! My ankles! Look at my ankles!
Luke: Should I ask why?
Babette: Bad news, doll, it's gonna rain.
Luke: What?
Babette: Oh, yeah look at these ankles. They haven't been this swollen since Hurricane Bob. So then I checked the Weather Channel, and sure enough, Nick Walker confirmed it. There's a storm front moving in over Connecticut.
Luke: It's gonna rain tomorrow?
Babette: First thing in the AM, Nick Walker- You a Nick Walker fan?
Luke: No.
Babette: Oh, you should be. He's just terrific. Always dead on and so charming... Of course, I've always had a thing for meteorologists. They're kinda like astronauts crossed with fortune tellers. Very intriguing. men. Anyway, he says it's definite.
Luke: Oh.
Babette: Yeah, so I thought you'd want to know. Sorry for the bad news, but you know my ankles.
Luke: No, that's true. They're never wrong.
Babette: No, no, My hair's only 50-50, but my ankles, you could take them to the bank.

Babette: Cinnamon is stuck under our front porch again. Can I borrow some vegetable oil and a shoehorn?
Rory: I'll get it.
Babette: I'm calling him and calling him and I go around the porch and this big orange tush is just staring me in the face.
Lorelai: I hate when that happens.
Babette: Yeah. He must have been meowing for an hour but Morey was playing some Thelonious on the Steinway and when Morey plays, I go into this trance where all I can see is blue, and moon, and stars. [cat sqeals] Oh, never mind, sugar. Play me home, baby! [piano plays] Bye. Oh, God! It's killing me!

Rory: Wow, Cinnamon, riding in style.
Babette: Yeah, Morey made it. Cinnamon's not walking good these days, but she still likes her passeggiatas.
That's Italian for "a nice walk."
Morey: [Italian accent] Passeggiata.
Babette: Oh, God, he makes it sound so sexy.
Morey: Come on.
Lorelai: What's that?
Babette: That's Cinnamon's private area. Sometimes she likes to be alone. She's just like Morey in that sense. Hey, say "passeggiata" again.
Morey: I can't do it on command, Babs.
Babette: He's blushing. God, I love a man that blushes.

Babette: She's gone. Cinnamon's gone.
Lorelai: I'm so sorry.
Rory: Is there anything I can do for you, Morey?
Morey: This is life, Rory. It breaks your heart.
Babette: She looked like she was sleeping. I thought she was asleep, so I nudged her and she didn't wake. I gave her a push and then she rolled off the couch and since I'd just waxed the floor, she went shooting across the room. And then she knocked over the lamp and she still didn't move. I knew it was over. Oh, God, my baby.
Michel: Tell me it wasn't the-
Babette: Oh, Morey, don't do this to yourself. He thinks it was the clams.
Morey: She saw me eating them, and she gave me that, "Hey, man, what's up?" look...
Jeannie: It wasn't the clams. Morey, in human years, this cat was 260 years old.
Lorelai: That's a good long life.

Babette: You know, I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself now. You live to take care of your kids.
Lorelai: I know, sweetie, but you gave her everything you had.
Babette: Yeah. She was so tiny when I got her, she could sleep in my shoe.
Lorelai: The other day, I came across a hat that I made for Rory. It was like a doll hat.
Babette: Oh, they grow up so fast.
Lorelai: And then they take your clothes.
Babette: I guess, eventually, you have to move on. Figure out what your life is gonna be when you're not busy taking care of somebody else. Jeez, look at this place. Not a clean glass in sight.
Lorelai: Let me help you with that.
Babette: Here, sugar, use this. Morey sits on it when he helps me.
Lorelai: How does Morey get around in here?
Babette: Oh, just fine. He had a couple of concussions his first year here. But he never complains. He's just the best thing. Don't know what I'd do without him.
Lorelai: Oh, Babette. What do you mean without him?
Babette: I saw on Oprah a few weeks ago she had on couples who lost a child. Most of the marriages went belly up for the pain of it all. Even though they loved each other.

Lorelai: Babette, that is not gonna happen to you.
Babette: I never thought a man would ever even want me.
Lorelai: I know the feeling.
Babette: Oh, please, with that ass? Give me a break.
Lorelai: I mean, want me for more than my ass. Me for me. The whole package. Annoying neuroses and all.
Babette: You'll find him. It might even be that stud that drove out of here in that Mustang.
Lorelai: Did you see him?
Babette: Yes. What a jaw.
Lorelai: Right. He's got a great jaw.
Babette: How is he in the sack?
Lorelai: I haven't gone out with him yet.
Babette: Will you tell me how he is when you do?
Lorelai: I'll call you during the cigarette.