Rory: Tomorrow.
Lane: Wow.
Rory: Yep.
Lane: All three of them, huh?
Rory: "Double, double, toil and trouble."
Lane: Well, it should make for an interesting afternoon.
Rory: "With the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
Lane: You're doing well in Shakespeare class?
Rory: Not bad.

Lorelai: Okay, here. With these tickets, you're about to enter sacred space. You will be treading on hallowed ground. You will be walking like an Egyptian.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: Take them. Oh, you're gonna have a great time. The Bangles are the best! They were my favorite group in high school. I almost named you Susanna. The day I found out you had no musical talent at all was the saddest day of my life.
Rory: I'm sorry.
Lorelai: Well, you say that now.

Lorelai: Now, we have four tickets to the show tonight.
Rory: Yes, we do.
Lorelai: What if I give them to you?
Rory: What are you talking about?
Lorelai: Seems like you guys have a bonding thing going on in there. It might be fun.
Rory: What about you?
Lorelai: You and I have bonded already. If we bond any further, we'll be permanently fused together.

Lorelai: Who wants cheese?
Rory: Are there crackers?
Lorelai: Somewhere in the state of Connecticut there are crackers, yes.
Rory: And in the Gilmore house?
Lorelai: Who wants cheese?

Rory: So what's the plan?
Lane: We'll go in and ask if I can go to a play tomorrow night with you and Lorelai.
Rory: A play?
Lane: I think that's the safest word. "Show" or "concert" would be very bad.
Rory: What about saying it's a movie?
Lane: Too far from the truth, almost a lie.
Rory: But a play's not a lie?
Lane: Well, it's far enough from the truth that it might work but close enough to the truth that I think I could negotiate a purgatory stint, if forced to.
Rory: Play it is.
Lane: Okay. We're going in.

Lorelai: Hey, did you miss me?
Louise: Lorelai.
Lorelai: Ms. Gilmore. Put the cups down. Let's move.
Jess: Is there a problem?
Lorelai: Yeah. See those two idiots over there? They're 16, underage, and I bet you're not. And I also bet those big fancy party cups aren't holding lemonade. You really want to end any further conversation with me right now. So just step aside, Skippy. [to Louise and Madeline] Move your asses. Outside, now!

Lorelai: You're heartless and unsentimental.
Rory: And you are a hopeless pack rat.
Lorelai: I don't understand why I have to uproot my happy family of clothing, anyway.
Rory: Because it's a charity rummage sale.
Lorelai: I know.
Rory: That you helped organize.
Lorelai: Okay.
Rory: And volunteered to run.
Lorelai: It was very, very hot in that room that day. I was dehydrated. They could have talked me into anything.
Rory: It was your idea.
Lorelai: Okay. I'm a very sick woman, and that should be apparent to anyone.

Louise: We need a place to work.
Paris: My house is out.
Louise: Why?
Paris: Because it is.
Louise: We need a reason.
Paris: My mother is having the entire place redone. She wants all evidence of my father out of there. So unless you want to sit on no furniture while watching three Harvey Fierstein impersonators rip up the carpet and paint everything a ridiculous shade of white and call it "Angel's Kiss", then we're going to have to find somebody else's house.

Lane: Hi, Mama.
Mrs. Kim: What's wrong?
Lane: Nothing.
Mrs. Kim: You look flushed.
Lane: I do?
Mrs. Kim: You ate candy?
Lane: No.
Mrs. Kim: Doughnut?
Lane: No.
Mrs. Kim: Or Hostess fruit pie?
Lane: No, nothing. I'm fine.

Rory: Jeez, this stuff is like Tribbles.
Lorelai: Thank God, just in time. Grab a bag and move it to this side of the room. And be very careful. This pile tried to eat Sookie.
Rory: Maybe I should sic it on Paris when she gets here.