Lorelai: I can't believe they did this for her.
Richard: I don't think this is all for Rory. I think this party's a testament to you, Lorelai, and the home you've created here. I regret that you needed to-
Emily: Richard.
Richard: Now, let me finish, Emily. I regret it, and we've... Recent experiences have taught me-
Emily: Oh, please don't become one of those "I had a heart attack, let me express my every thought" types.
Richard: Not every thought, dear, just this one. It takes a r- A remarkable person to inspire all of this.
Lorelai: Thanks, Dad.

Lorelai: I just feel like I need more time.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: I really just feel ambushed, you know? I thought I had so much more... time. I thought I had all summer to impart my wisdom about work and life and your future, and I just feel like I had something to tell you. Oh, on the bus, make sure you choose a good seat, you know because people are creatures of habit, and the seat you pick in the beginning could be your seat for the rest of the year, you know. Get a window seat, honey, 'cause there's so much to see. And you might want to sit in the back of the bus, because people there tend to be more chatty and friendly and... I don't know what it is about the front of the bus, you know, but people there just tend to be a little more bossy and uptight. It's just been that way since first grade. And, honey, I know what you're gonna say, but... Just don't wear shorts, okay, no matter how hot it is. It's not professional, and all that heat and those sticky vinyl seats, it'll be like ripping a band-aid off your thigh every time you stand up. Don't be too shy. Don't be too forward, but don't be too shy, 'cause you make a lovely first impression, but you really grow on people, too.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: You need ziplock bags. You should have them all the time, they're so handy.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: And I'm gonna give you that orange sweater. I know you've wanted it, um, you know what, I'm you know what finally gonna give it to you.
Rory: Mom, you've given me everything I need.

Taylor Doose: Rory, would you like to say a few words?
Rory: Thank you, Taylor, for that very unique tribute. Um... I love this place. I- I just loved growing up here, and I love all of you. And thank you so much for doing all of this. It's amazing. I just- It's so... Oh, I'm on the verge of gushing, so I'm just gonna stop myself here. I don't want to gush, except one more thing. To my mom, who is just everything to me and everything I am and who I'm gonna miss so much.

Rory: You went up to her and said hi, and she said, "Hi, I'm Christiane Amanpour, nice to meet you"?
Lorelai: No, I didn't go up to her at all. I looked at here and saw that it was her, and I went to get you.
Rory: So I could look at a fake Christiane Amanpour?
Lorelai: She's real.
Rory: Yeah. Remember the time when you thought saw Sandra Day O'Connor?
Lorelai: Yeah, well, this is different and I haven't had any cough syrup.
Rory: I guarantee you it's not her.
Lorelai: You doubt my ability to recognize a glamorous, international war correspondent?
Rory: I guarantee you it's not her.
Rory: Oh, my God, that's Christiane Amanpour!

Lorelai: Michel, how long has Christiane Amanpour been here?
Michel: Uh, she checked in late last night, room 7.
Lorelai: She's staying here? [Rory gasps] You didn't tell me?
Michel: I wanted to avoid yet another embarrassing incident.
Lorelai: What are you talking about?
Michel: You always embarrass yourself when celebrities stay at the inn.
Lorelai: I do not.
Michel: Jane Pauley, Harry Belafonte, Marisa Tomei.
Rory: He's right, you know?
Lorelai: No, no, Marisa Tomei's mother's best friend is my hairdresser's cousin's roommate. That's just freaky.
Michel: I'm just saying you make them uncomfortable.

Lorelai: Okay, here she is. This is Rory Gilmore. Rory, meet Christiane Amanpour.
Christiane Amanpour: Hi, Rory. How are you? Nice to meet you.
Rory: Nice to meet you, too. I'm sorry to meet you in my pajamas. I don't usually walk around town like this.
Christiane Amanpour: That's okay.
Rory: I just think you are so inspiring. Your reporting is so bold and moving and fascinating and I know you've won nine Emmys, but I just don't think that's enough not that you care about that kind of thing, but I just want to say thank you.
Christiane Amanpour: Thank you. That's really nice of you. And your mother says that you've graduated Yale, you're editor of the Yale Daily News. That's not bad.
Rory: Oh, thank you. I want to pursue a career in journalism.
Christiane Amanpour: That's good. Is it print you want? Television? CNN, maybe?
Rory: Oh, I'd love to work for a major daily.
Christiane Amanpour: Do you know which one?
Rory: Any one that will take me.
Christiane Amanpour: That's the spirit. I mean, you just get in there, do what you can, show them what you've got, and the rest will take care of itself.
Rory: That's my plan. Listen, I don't often do this, but I'm going to give you my card, and if you want to send me some stuff, I'll have a look at it and you know stay in touch.

Miss Patty: [opens door partially] Oh, hello, girls.
Lorelai: Hi, is everything okay?
Miss Patty: Oh, yes, everything is fine. I'm... consulting with my muse.
Lorelai: Your muse?
Miss Patty: Yes. Whenever I want to think up a new dance routine, I come in here alone, lie down on the floor in the dark, and I let the muse inspire me. Did you want something?
Lorelai: That's okay, we'll come back when you're not with your muse.
Miss Patty: Okay, good. [closes door]

Lane: Rory, you're gonna do an amazing job, okay? You always do.
Rory: See? I hate that.
Lane: What?
Rory: Everyone thinking I'm gonna do an amazing job all the time, like it's a given. It's not a given. What if I'm a terrible reporter?
Lane: Then you'll figure out how to get better. Rory, the reason everyone thinks you're gonna do an amazing job is because everybody knows you. Yeah, you're gonna be nervous. I mean, I was nervous before I had the babies. I was throwing up all the time.
Rory: You were pregnant.
Lane: True, but that was 30% pregnancy, 70% fear of being the world's worst mom.

Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: Yeah.
Rory: I don't get it.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: How can you be so okay with everything? Ever since I've told you that I'm leaving, you're just all busy with shopping and packing, and you seem fine with it.
Lorelai: It's too soon.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: If I stop to think about you leaving now, I'm gonna fall apart. We still have time left. It's too soon.
Rory: Here. I'll iron. You fold.

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.