Lorelai: I have an idea for a new reality show. How about everyone just looks out their kitchen window for a change?
Rory: Ooh, she's cranky this morning.
Lorelai: Let's just say the world's got a formidable opponent.

Rory: Wait. Shouldn't you be baking?
Lorelai: I don't know. Shouldn't you be knitting?
Rory: Mom, the Chilton bake sale is today.
Lorelai: I know. I got it covered.
Rory: They expect things to be homemade.
Lorelai: I know.
Rory: By someone other than Dolly Madison.
Lorelai: I said I have it covered.
Rory: All of the parents pitch in, so this is really, really important. You know that, right?
Lorelai: Oh, I didn't know that. In that case, I don't have it covered. I have it covered.

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.

Rory: I'll see you later at school.
Lorelai: For what?
Rory: Mom, the bake sale.
Lorelai: Ah, I got the vein in the forehead!
Rory: Sadist.

Rory: Oh, wow, the store. Listen, I have to pick up some stuff, so-
Lane: What do you have to pick up?
Rory: Just some stuff. So, I'll talk to you later tonight.
Lane: I'll go in with you.
Rory: Why?
Lane: Because, otherwise, I'd have to go home.
Rory: Home is good.
Lane: My home?
Rory: Yeah, actually, I don't have to go in.
Lane: Okay, then I guess I will go home.
Rory: Great. Go.
Lane: Bye.
Rory: Bye.
Lane: Freak.

Miss Patty: Well, what are you here for, honey?
Rory: Well, I just...
Miss Patty: Oh, I see what you're here for. That wouldn't fit in a basket. No, no, no, no.
Rory: Patty, it's not like that. He's just a person.
Miss Patty: A person?
Rory: A boy-type person.
Miss Patty: My favorite kind.
Rory: I really don't even know him.
Miss Patty: Right. You don't know him?
Rory: I don't.
Miss Patty: You said.
Rory: Please don't say anything.
Miss Patty: I promise I won't tell a soul that you don't know that young man.
Rory: Thank you.
Miss Patty: You're welcome.

Lorelai: I'm just so mixed up. This is a real crossroads situation. It's like: To perm or not to perm. I'm really confused.
Sookie: For heaven's sake! Go ahead. [Sookie goes behind the counter] I'm still listening. You were about to perm your hair.
Lorelai: I just want to do the right thing.
Sookie: I don't see what the problem is.
Lorelai: There are many problems. First: I do not like to involve Rory in my personal life. I don't want her to deal with that. You know, I bring some guy home, and he might not be the guy but then she gets all attached to him, and then all of a sudden I decide that I don't like the way he eats, or he hums incessantly...
Sookie: Or the way he smacks his lips, or how his hair isn't his own.
Lorelai: Yeah. Then I break up with him, and Rory is the one who gets hurt.
Sookie: I totally understand.
Lorelai: This guy is her teacher. I can't keep him out of her life. She sees him every day. Are you the open-faced turkey?
Man: Yep.
Sookie: I added a little fresh lemon and a little cayenne pepper. You're gonna plotz!

Sookie: You do know that Rory's not a baby anymore?
Lorelai: Yeah, that's what he said. Maybe I'm being too serious, right? Maybe I should loosen the rules a bit. Plus, it would be great to get... you know.
Sookie: What?
Lorelai: You know.
Sookie: No, I don't.
Lorelai: You know. He knows.
Sookie: You know?
Man: Yeah, I know.

Luke: Sookie!
Sookie: I was looking for your paprika.
Luke: What have I said about the counter?
Sookie: I know.
Luke: How the counter is a sacred space, my sacred space. You don't do yoga on the Dalai Lama's mat. And you don't come behind my counter. Period!
Sookie: I was trying to help!
Luke: [to Lorelai] You bring her again, I want her on a leash! I mean it.
Sookie: He does make a damn fine burger though.

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.