Lorelai: Mom, please, let me take Rory with me.
Emily: No. Tonight is my night with Rory.
Lorelai: You're keeping her from me on purpose.
Emily: If Rory wants to leave, she can ask to leave. She's not a four-year old.
Lorelai: Well, she's not gonna hurt your feelings by asking to leave.
Emily: Why should she? She knows you'll be along any second to do it for her.
Lorelai: Mom, why do you always make everything so hard? Don't you understand, this is my last night with my daughter! She goes off to college tomorrow!
Emily: I know, which is why I was so surprised you didn't want to spend the evening with her.
Lorelai: I do!
Emily: Then you should've come!
Lorelai: I couldn't!
Emily: You wouldn't!
Lorelai: I swear to God!

Lorelai: Where's Dad?
Emily: Oh, he went to bed hours ago.
Lorelai: He went to bed? [laughs]
Emily: Well, it was getting late.
Lorelai: Why are you laughing?
Emily: Oh... You know, you've got Rory locked in here with the Mambo Kings, and, um, and Dad went to bed.
Emily: So what? Why is that funny?
Lorelai: Because you know, she's here and he's there and God, I'm so tired. [laughs]

Rory: So, tomorrow...
Lorelai: Yeah, tomorrow.
Rory: It's a big day.
Lorelai: It's a really big day.
Rory: I just hope it's everything I've been imagining it to be.
Lorelai: Yeah. I just hope you actually get there.

Lorelai: You know, if Sofia could just die during a fox trot, that would be perfect.
Rory: Biscotti?
Lorelai: Yes, please.
Rory: They're all broken.
Lorelai: I know. I like 'em that way.