Rory: By the way, thanks for leaving me on the bathroom floor all night.
Lorelai: Uh, hey, I tried to get you up. You actually used your foot to stop me.
Rory: I did?
Lorelai: Yes. It was very House of Flying Daggers, but with vomiting.
Rory: Sorry. I don't remember that. The foot part. The vomiting part, however-
Paris: Stop saying the word "vomiting". Unless you want a Mr. Creosote situation on your hands here.

Kirk: Oh, man. I think I got a cavity. I got to stop partying like this.

Doyle: It feels like bees are buzzing in my head. Feel it.
Paris: What?
Doyle: Feel my head.
Paris: Why?
Doyle: I just want you to know how hot I am.
Paris: Well, when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not. That's how the song goes. Just follow the song.
Doyle: What?
Paris: I just don't see what putting my hand on your head is going to get you.
Dean: It's just-
Paris: I'm not a shaman, Doyle. I don't have healing powers.

Michel: Well, that man over there does the cleaning. That man over there dresses the plates, that man uses tongs, and I have no idea what that man in the corner does, but I would check his trunk before he leaves.
Lorelai: Without Sookie here, we have salads and desserts?
Michel: Pretty much.
Lorelai: We can't run a restaurant serving just salads and desserts.
Michel: I would not go to it, no.

Lorelai: Well, we'll just figure something out, right?
Michel: Absolutely. Ain't no mountain high enough.
Lorelai: We'll just, um, formulate a plan, nail down a strategy. You have any ideas?
Michel: We could order some pizza, or Chinese food, or perhaps one of those hoagies that you cut into a million pieces-
Lorelai: No more suggestions necessary, Michel.
Michel: Well, I'm here if you need me.

Luke: [answers phone] Luke's.
Lorelai: How pretty do you think I am?
Luke: Are we using a specific day? Have you had a good night's sleep?
Lorelai: Sookie's doctor put her on immediate bed rest, and I thought it would be fine, but no one will touch the ducks, and Michel wants to order a hoagie, and I am starting to hyperventilate and I'm not wearing a stretchy fabric, and-
Luke: I'll be right there.

Logan: So what do you think? You up for a movie?
Rory: Oh, yeah. Something really bad.
Logan: Absolutely. Let's check the paper and see if Rob Schneider's still employable.

Lorelai: So, there's the fridge, stove's over there, grill's on the side, freezer's in the back. That's salad man, plate guy, tongs guy, check-his-trunk-before-he-leaves guy, and here are the ducks. Are you familiar with ducks?
Luke: I am familiar with ducks.
Lorelai: But, I mean, not just familiar, like you know what a duck is. I mean, have you cooked a duck before?
Luke: I can handle the ducks. Relax.

Lorelai: Hello, is somebody there?
Rory: Hey, Mom.
Lorelai: "Hey, Mom"? That's it? You just gave me a heart attack and all you have to say is "Hey, Mom"? I thought you were a vicious serial killer.
Rory: Who you were going to challenge to a pillow fight?
Lorelai: What are you doing here, Sassy McSassterson?

Rory: You do not have to worry about me at all. Five years of Friday night dinners have prepared me for exactly this moment.
Logan: Really?
Rory: Remind me to tell you about the time my mom climbed out a second story window to get away from my grandmother.
Logan: Ah, I will.